Monday, March 5, 2012
Sometimes its the smallest things that I find joy in. A sparkling tree on a rainy day, a layer of fog on the green, or a crocus pushing up through the dirt. These are the little gifts of everyday life that make it fun to get up and out of bed because they're too special to miss. And I wonder how many people go about their days without ever taking the time to notice. There's a saying about God not always shouting at us but sometimes whispering in our ears. If we're too busy we may not even hear those whispers, and what a tragedy that is.
I can still see that tree in my mind's eye. Had it been raining harder it would never have looked like it did. It was a tiny moment in time, only there for the shortest of periods, and I like to think it was there just for me. Because someone up there knew how much I would appreciate it and everyone likes their handiwork to be appreciated.