It was just last year when I read the book that changed my heart and mind toward noticing the beauty of the wonder in the mundane.
Oh how it has changed me.
One by one they come alive. Lovely , remarkable joy through the lens of a new prescription.
Gifts, that’s what they are called. When Jesus took the bread and gave thanks for something as hard as death, murdered for doing nothing, these are the things I’ve learned.
So how do I miss it so often. How do my little vices, the problems which cause me to be anxiety prone or to lose my temper, how do they happen so fast? When none are my death. When none are my cross.
I lose sight of the precious and I bask in the misunderstandings and I forget what it means to be grateful.
And then the husband of mine holds me, and he sets my mind and my perceptions straight from the knots they were entangled. And so grace becomes real again and I remember what it all means and I pray that I don’t forget so quickly the next time. Because gratefulness gives Him glory and that’s what my life is meant to do. To see the gifts is to recognize that He is sovereign even when I don’t understand. And there is so much joy from a life lived this way. And oh what a beautiful dance that turns out to be.
Today is Five Minute Friday, where I love to stop, drop and write for 5 minutes with The Gypsy Mama…