honestly, very honestly, my eyes have become somewhat clouded lately. it's not that His presence is harder to see.....that His gifts do not abound. but it's that i'm choosing not to notice. as i bluster about. as i go my own way. (and now the song plays in my head, fleetwood mac, "you can go your own wayyyy".) a self-imposed decidedly ungrateful funk, i guess.
so, i'm forcing myself for pause for just a moment to
the ever-ongoing-list of the millions of ways He showers grace upon me.....
the teensy-tiniest birds' eggs
even the cow bird's eggs, too
His power painted across the sky
sweet on my tongue
a bowl to use and spoon to stir with
a companion who loves unconditionally
nighttime frog chorus
fireflies in a jar
a running chicken, something that makes me laugh every time
a better-late-then-never garden and life sprouting
friends who text
lives well lived and reminiscing
hope in a forever future
hot sunshine on my skin
work that satisfies
another anniversary celebrated
vision to see...may it increase, Lord
as i've been carrying around a softball of anxiety in my stomach lately over how little time there seems to be
to get.everything.done, (therein lies my problem, i fear, EVERYthing will NEVER be done),
i've had ann's words on repeat, "life is not an emergency. life is not an emergency. slow to see."
it's really not, i really believe it. and i'll try, Lord-help-me,
i'll try to slow & see.