There is an Irish blessing of 'enough' that I could spend some time with. You probably know it too:
"May you have . . . enough happiness to keep you sweet, enough trials to keep you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to keep you happy, enough failure to keep you humble, enough success to keep you eager..."
It goes on, but it doesn't need to. Not really. Because already, we get the gist. We need a little taste of lean times to inform our experience of the times of celebration. Practically speaking that does not sound extreme, but put into action, the practice of living with enough can feel like living on the edge.
Yet, I can name a handful of people who make this whole living-on-the-edge experience look obvious and natural. Their work in the world, and in their homes takes on a gait of even steps and prayer. You might expect these folks are hermits and contemplatives, but I assure you that is not the case. These are folks engaged in the world, that have practiced living with enough so much so that they have come to depend upon it.
This is not me.
There are times I have experienced a very deep sense of being cared for in mysterious ways, given provisions in ways more fitting than I could have requested. And my respone every time? Shock and awe! I would like to imagine myself to be maturing into my prayer life in such a way that a providential occurance is not as mind-blowing as I find it, but here I find myself (again), like a kid discovering their shadow that is simultaneously novel and 100% reliable.
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