Sharing

Sharing.  It is a part of our divine DNA.  We see it when a child shares their creation.  "Come, look what I made?  And watch me jump out of the swing!"  It's more fun if someone is near to watch and applaud, ew and awww!  Half the creative delight is sharing the creation or the accomplishment.

Even GOD the Creator was compelled to share.  The boundless goodwill of God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit had to be shared.  So God The Creator made man in His likeness to share in the Trinity's blessed family.  Spread the love.  Share the glory.

Every person has the divine DNA, and the share gene is part and parcel of being created in the Father's image or likeness.  By default, healthy people desire to share with another.

I am thankful that I share a home, good meals and joyous experiences with my sister Suzan.  Today I noticed our African Praise Plant on the north end of the garage.  We do not know what it's going to grow up to be, but every day the thing becomes more wondrous.  Today I noticed it spread its frond in upraised praise.  I had to share it.  With Suzan.

"Have you seen our African Praise Plant today?  And have you noticed the new petunias I put on the deck, Suz?"

Mystery African Plant

Suz asked, "Do you smell my chicken frying?"  (Yes, frying!  She said at times she grows weary of "eating healthy.")  Coconut oil and garlic were indeed wafting up the stairs and entering my space.  Space we share.  Up and down.  Together.

There are prettier places to dwell in the Great Green Globe.  But the sharing in this particular place in this precise space counts for something.  I'd rather share Watertown in all its mundane glory than watch the glorious sun rise and set in Timbuktu.  Alone.

And by the bye ~ The fried chicken breast was delicious.  Suz shared it.  And now I'm sharing my thoughts.