It’s Tuesday.
It’s raining.
And my heart is a little bit of
everything today.
It has joy streaked across in it
in vibrant crimsons;
it has wonder at the miracle of today
painted in deep hues of blue;
it has a little brokenness and
questions penciled in charcoal and grey.
The beauty of all the little
things that I love:
The sound of rain and the warmth
of fire;
The quiet moments of reading and
tea;
The necessary moments of dishes
and cooking;
The chosen moments of browsing in
the library and practicing piano…
They are so beautiful.
I sat alone today, quietly
waiting, the clouds at war with the mountain in front of me and the lightness
of a rain-trodden sky. And I thought of the love that Jesus grants to us. I
thought of how foolish I am to focus on the words of those around me – letting their
words impact me – when there is such an abundance of God’s communication with
us. How do I find time to let myself be moved by the words of others when his
words are surrounding me and his love is so much more than I could ever seek?
There is nothing else that can satisfy me like his love. There is nothing that
is worth my attention and time like he is. And his love picks me up in all of its
greatness and makes me more than I could ever ask or imagine.
It’s Tuesday.
It’s raining.
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