Provision

Mom called tonight.
Finally,
an answered prayer. A provision.

God, thank You.

I was so anxious,
not knowing how to face the next day if mom wouldn't send the remittance for this month today.
So when I found out that she'd sent it, I was glad. Almost-tearful-glad.
...that there'd still be certainly food to serve on the table tomorrow.

Perhaps sometimes we enjoy the provisions just too much, the lack of lacking in our lives, to the extent that we take them for granted. We consider being full a normality of life, a permanent thing.
So it's good that even just for a while, we experience being empty. Drinking to the bottom of the glass until it's almost dry. To realize that truth is, it still could be gone. To know how to give worth to what we often take for granted.
To remember to be happy and thankful for what we have, although the glass sometimes is just half-full.

I don't need to be filled to the rim. I am thankful for the simple fact that I have a content, that's why I'm content. Whenever I'm emptied, I'd always say to myself, it's not always like this.

And when I'm full, I know the same truth applies.