"In Him is Fullnes of Joy"

Fullness,
 My life is filled to fullness right now.
 Fullness of joy, fullness of time, fullness of mind, completeness.
  And I saw today that when my life is full, I notice others emptiness more. 
This week I had to decide if I should go somewhere, somewhere my mind told me was desperately important to go... when I stepped back logically and looked at it I discovered there was no way I could possibly do it, so I decided not to go. Because of fullness of time.
 I slept until around nine today then helped Mom in the garden for a bit. I cleaned the house and then went to a piano recital where a friend was performing. When I got home my mother and sister and I filled our book  bags and bicycled to the Grindstone beach where we unexpectedly met a couple of girls that came to NBCC years ago. I didn't recognize them at first but as they drove away one of the girls leaned out of the window and yelled back, "I love you Francis!"... I've discovered that to the worlds love is meaningless. I could have answered truthfully back that I loved her as well, but she wouldn't have understood.
 A short while later three little girls came and were splashing in the water, Amy and I went out to join them and we spent a happy hour splashing and talking. At one point a couple of the girls and I formed a "friendship circle", "now, one, two, three, GO!", and we all dived. And you know what? That friendship circle felt more real to me than the I love you. There was a simple, innocent, sincerity in it. And my heart was filled again, I was being included, without question, in their circle. But a little while later when I walked to the shoreline to talk to one of the little girls I noticed her scarred feet... "My stepmother burned them when I was two"... And my heart hurt for her.
 The girls followed us a little way home just to be with us and after they left Mom told me something else about that little girl that made me hurt. Someone had dropped her off at a friends house yesterday. And by today she'd discovered that she would have to stay there till Monday after school when the bus dropped her off at home, "because her Mom didn't know where her friend lived".
 After we got home from the lake Mom sent my siblings and I down to the Log Cabin store on our bicycles to find bread for our supper. On the way we met a neighbor boy who is about seven or so I'd say. We said hello and went on our way. During supper he showed up wondering where Brad was and if he'd come play. Brad couldn't at the time so he started walking home, when he was a little way from our house a firecracker went off loudly, and absolutely terrified him. He started running in the opposite direction and I can honestly say that I've never seen a child run so fast.
I went to see if he was alright and by the time I got to where I thought he would be he was nearly out of sight down the road. I knew his friends had gone down that way so I let him go, but it hurt. Such complete terror in a child is disturbing right to the soul.
 I got a call this morning wondering if I'd clean for a lady who has two little dogs and a married daughter... No husband, and her life is empty, you can tell it just by looking at her house, and herself. I'm cleaning there Monday morning. This afternoon I got a call wondering if I'd clean out some flowerbeds for a different lady on Monday afternoon. I always have such fun cleaning/doing odd jobs for this lady because her life and heart, are full.  Tomorrow I'm going to my very own church and a friend said they'd teach Children's Sunday School for me so that I can attend the ladies class which is something I've missed allot during my time teaching. In the afternoon we are going to a hymn-sing at friends house,  I've been looking forward to it allot.
Tuesday I'm to clean at a huge lodge in the morning, in the afternoon I'm teaching piano lessons... And packing. Early Wednesday morning my family is leaving for Idaho. This will be the first family trip we've taken out there in about ten years. And I'm looking forward to it allot.
 So you see my life is full. Wonderfully, happily, full. But I'm an adult, and fullness is an overflowing of many blessings. What about those children? Why did God give me joy and give them hurt? Maybe my overflowing of blessing is meant to be poured into prayers and love for them.
 Where does your fullness overflow?
~Francis