Priorities

 

I sat holding the wee baby who had finally fallen asleep. She wasn’t feeling well, maybe a virus coming on, and just couldn’t settle. All around me was strewn the detritus of a busy young family. Clothes at various stages of the laundering process were piled in baskets awaiting attention. Other things needed doing.

‘The poor you will always have with you,’ Jesus told the crowds.

Those laundry piles can wait. They will always be there.

I don’t have that many opportunities to nurse a wee granddaughter, sit in peace in the sunshine coming through the windows, and cover them all in a blanket of prayer.

I am blessed.