My Heart Sings

The master of the banquet tasted the water that had been turned into wine. He did not realize where it had come from, though the servants who had drawn the water knew. Then he called the bridegroom aside and said, “Everyone brings out the choice wine first and then the cheaper wine after the guests have had too much to drink; but you have saved the best till now.” –John 2:9-10 (NIV)

You have saved the best till now.

In their old age, Sarah and Elizabeth gave birth,
finally receiving their heart’s desire.
Near the end of their lives, Anna and Simeon
held God in their arms,
their eyes finally seeing Your salvation.

In the midst of life, as it is
with disappointments and losses,
I gather the gifts You’ve given me in my old age,
placing them around me
as I did on Christmas morning
when I was a child
sitting cross-legged on the bed,
arms around my knees.

My heart sings
with wonder, delight and gratitude.
Each gift tells me
I’m loved and cared for.

You have turned my water into wine.
You have saved the best till now.

See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.
–Isaiah 43:19 (NIV)

Credits and References::
Stained glass, Jesus turns water into wine from Saint James the Greater Catholic Church (Concord, North Carolina)  Wikimedia Creative Commons
My Heart Sings by Esther Hizsa, 2025.
1 Samuel 1-20, Luke 1:5-25, Luke 2:22-38
Happy by David Robert Bliwas. Used with permission.
© Esther Hizsa, An Everyday Pilgrim, 2025.
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About Esther Hizsa

Esther is a writer, spiritual director, and cofacilitates contemplative retreats and courses. She lives in Vernon, B.C. with her husband, Fred.
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