Some days I have a difficult time seeing the gifts. Some days my vision is clouded with day-to-day cares, hurts carried when they should be released, a weakened body in a world that prizes strength and productivity. Some days I want to pull the covers over my head and turn in my earthly ID card.
But I am reminded, softly and quietly, of the gifts all around. Gifts peep out of corners and they appear unexpectedly. Gifts come to me in the night and they wake me in the morning. Here are but a few...
191. Living water
192. Scarlett, bringing me a toy when I feel least like joyful play
193. a beautiful painting from a sweet friend
194. work that I so enjoy
195. tending God's garden
197. the Vinedresser, nurturing me to growth, pruning me when I need
198. whispers of Autumn, yet so long away
199. the Word, true, thirst quenching, soul soothing, Spirit-opened
200. waking to a new day, to hope