I took my coffee outside this morning, along with my thanksgiving list.
I was looking for something.
Sometimes it seems our human eyes are specially calibrated to see one thing: lack. Dirt. Ugly. Residue of the Fall. It’s easy to find, isn’t it? Staring us in the face, as it were.
Now I’m looking for–and finding–something different. Beauty, and with the recognized beauty, grace and joy!
This morning the raindrops were falling into little puddles in my flowerbed, and when they did, the puddles bounced back at them, like mini-fountains. I haven’t cleaned the old, dead plants out of those flowerbeds yet. So God hung raindrops on them for me this morning. See?
Kindof reminds me of something I read once . . .
So I say to you, ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.” Lk 11:9
We see what we seek. May it be grace!