You Can't Have it All

You can't have it all

But you can have the furniture that comes with stories
of where it came from and how it got to you, and
what memory that chip, rip or stain evokes.
You can have mornings of quiet contemplation
while wakefulness arrives of its own accord
to children who don't know what it is to live life
according to the alarm clock's demands.
You can have all the memories of every first event that
by the grace of God you didn't have to miss.
You never have to worry about spills in seats
or a ding in the door of the car whose mileage
has far surpassed its beauty, but not its usefulness.

You can watch the hand of God as He orchestrates
each need fulfilled.
You can live the miracle of community gathered round
with food, with a hug, with a word, with a home.
Your eyes can be opened to the goodness of the One
who not only meets your needs but tailors them to surpass
what you thought you wanted, but never dared dream would be more.
You can learn that less stuff means more room
for joy
and dancing
and miracles and music

and love.

You can't have it all but you can leave regrets at the curb
and embrace the beauty of here after you stop chasing the Joneses.
(Who are the Joneses anyway?)
You can roll up your sleeves and make messes
while creating a beautiful life mosaic better than anything money can buy.
You can tuck away the grace of the perfect moment,
the welcome home kiss from the one who still takes your breath away,
the giggles, the questions, the long dramatic imaginings of girls-becoming-women,
the voice of the friend at just the perfect moment.

You can give what you have to the ones near and far who cry
who are lost, starving, sick
You can make loves and fishes into feasts,
wells of clean water
hope for new mothers
comfort for the sick and abused.
You can forget what you don't have when life's true abundance
leaps at you from every corner and to not let it spill over into someone else's life
would be an act of ultimate ugliness.

You can't have it all but you can come to understand
that it's not about you or what you have.
It's about what you make, what you share
who you become and how you love.

*Thank you to Loretta at Pomegranates and Paper for helping me see what I do have.  Read the original "You can't have it all" at her blog, and join in the sharing.

1 comment:

Anne Marie said...

This is absolutely beautiful. LOVE the perspective...