Driving to work, the morning mist soon disappeared, burned away by the rising sun. I felt the sunlight, warm on my face, bright in my eyes, and it crossed my mind how often I take "small" things for granted. I'm thankful for skin that can feel the warm sunlight instead of feeling constant pain from a spreading, fiery rash. I'm thankful for the ability to blink away tears because of the brightness of the sunlight. I'm thankful to grasp the steering wheel with a hand I once thought I'd end up losing. I'm thankful to see, to feel, to see the road as I'm driving, to have a life, a job, a family. There's so much I take for granted. God blesses me with so much.
Sometimes there are these windows where I seem to draw a breath, look up from my daily troubles and cares, and taste and see that the Lord is good. Most of the time my mind is going from one issue to the next, trying to organize life into neat, controlled, bagged and tagged sections. I don't forget that the Lord is good, but I don't really remember it either. I'm just "too busy". These are the times where I must recall these moments, precious moments of time where none of my cares and woes really matter, where I catch a glimpse of what is more important than what was just on my mind.
Sometimes there are these windows where I seem to draw a breath, look up from my daily troubles and cares, and taste and see that the Lord is good. Most of the time my mind is going from one issue to the next, trying to organize life into neat, controlled, bagged and tagged sections. I don't forget that the Lord is good, but I don't really remember it either. I'm just "too busy". These are the times where I must recall these moments, precious moments of time where none of my cares and woes really matter, where I catch a glimpse of what is more important than what was just on my mind.
I walked to the window at lunchtime and noticed that rain had briefly overcome the sun. The grass still glistened with the drops. The stone walkway collected puddles and painted pictures out of tiny streams. The weather changes so often. Every day, the only constant thing is God. He is unchanging in a world where everything else changes, whether it is cats, weather, or me.
Thank you. I occasionally have lovely moments where I realize just how amazing simple little things, actions, or abilities are. It is also comforting to know that whatever my crazy brain does or where ever it goes, God is constant and loving.
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