So there I was in our kitchen this bright afternoon, sunlight sending sparks off our silver sink while I loaded the dishwasher. Daniel and Sammy The Cats watched sparrows dance outside the glass storm door and music played from my old kitchen radio and then, oh! This song began:
... and suddenly it all became one of those moments. You know, where you don't need anything, no new clothes or another hutch or vacation or more money or friends. No, in these moments, time is suspended and you can't think of any better place to be or anything better to do and you don't need more people or stuff. You want only more of God.
And just here and now feel heavenly. Perfect.
I hope you have and savor your own moments, these gifts fluttered down from God's fingers. They arrive so we'll awake from the ordinary and enter, instead, the extraordinary, and feel the sting of gratitude tears while moving on to our next task with a flooded, contented heart.
When I was 17 (and all dreamy-eyed-silly), my family moved to a tiny mountain town where they had retro things like this:
The good news? It's still there.
"Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change." ... James 1:17
I don't know how to prove God to you. I can only hope to guide you to a place where you and God might meet. - E.R. McManus