I will forever be grateful to Ann for articulating this lesson.
When I am at my wits end, I force myself to shift perspectives.
I may look at the pencil for minutes but it always comes.
So many blessings begging to be noticed.
To be recorded as the gifts that they are....
my children laughing on the trampoline
the sound of lawnmowers ushering in spring
my daughter chasing a fly
dad with an armful of girl scout cookies
my brother, the chosen chief resident
a husband who thinks that extra ten pounds is sexy
It is this shift that saves me.
God's love is so obvious if we only choose to see it.
So many who are lost and view Him as the hammer coming down...
this is the part they miss
How important it is to get out from under the weight of this world
To behold the miracles
Every time I run in the woods or even glance up at a tree
I see it's in the posture of praising God
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