As if I needed to be reminded, two things happened this weekend to remind me of the simple pleasures we have long forgotten.
So I have had volunteered to help put on make-up for members of a Choir. As it is a fund raising do, I have to do it myself, instead of paying some make-up artistes. Initially, I admit I was nervous that I would have lost my touch, after years of absence! Guess, like riding a bicycle, once we get back on one, we find we have not forgotten. Okay, so I have not forgotten the skill. But I have definitely forgotten how enjoyable and satisfying it has been. I should volunteer for more!
Then, in the short period, rushing between duty in church in the morning, and picking up what's needed for the second make-up session of the day, I noticed something red among the pots. This water lily of mine bloomed. It has been dormant for years! I have not ignored it, nor given up. It became a habit - the repotting, fertilizing and even talking to! I had a distinct thought that I have truly forgotten how beautiful and red it is.
Today's sermon was on the 'Blessed one'! Yes, I have been been blessed. But I need to be reminded. Most of all, I must not forget what I 'used to' enjoy.
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