"The discipline of thanks only comes with practice. When we practice giving thanks, we practice the presence of God, stay present to His presence, and it is always a practice of the eyes.
We don’t have to change what we see. Only the way we see.”
It's well into the morning and by all accounts,
I should be dressed and accomplishing something tangible...
but I'm here in my pajamas
wrapped in my favorite blanket
coffee in hand
sun streaming in on me
I've come to regroup,
to start the week out right...
before me lay The Word
and beside me...and all around,
In the deep places of my heart,
where doubts fester
and longing lays quiet
I open up access and present them as a morning sacrifice...
Who am I to wonder the thoughts and ways of the Mysterious One?
Who am I to dwell on things that have no audible answers?
He beckons and calls today, like every day...
some days I imagine He is disappointed-
Today, Mercies are new
and I am here....
The only sound in the house is
the fury of the wind outside-
the stirring of the neighbor's chimes
Outside, birds feast on the feeder
In the stillness of this moment,
I am thankful...
I am thankful for eyes to see beyond this place
and I am reminded to keep looking and seeing
and counting my blessings continually...
"Out of his fullness we have all received
Grace, in place of Grace already given."