Or so it feels.
Really, it's just been since October.
But three months can feel like a lifetime and it isn't as though there haven't been gifts given, or even as though I haven't acknowledged them. I have, and even the hard ones.
Just not like this.
Not like this clicking of the keys and listing them right out loud for all this world to see. Most of those gifts I write the thanks for in the journals that sit on counter and on nightstand and - yes - even in that small spiral bound pad I keep in the purse. Grace happens everywhere, and I've grown to love the writing - recording - the Love.
But these gifts of grace are both private love story between God and me, and witness to world that He loves large and His grace-gifts never stop.
But if I never speak of them, am I really giving witness?
Am I letting His light shine through me - through my thanksgiving - to the world? Or am I hiding that light under a basket?
I don't want to.
I want to shine.
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And so I choose to share, gifts never-ending.
(...# 1579 - 1600...)
...snow flying fast and thick...
...boys who pass their learner's permit tests on the first try...
...sermons that pierce the heart and convict the soul and the priests who speak them...
...friends online and friends down the street...
...fathers who watch cartoons with boys...
...soup pot bubbling on the back burner...
...sleepy faces at the breakfast table...
...morning Mass...
...God-sized dreams...
...feet pounding hard on pavement and lungs filling deep with air...
...wispy clouds scudding across blue-white sky...
...twisting and turning the needles and yard all into knots that become sweaters and scarves...
...boys who love algebra...
...books overflowing shelves and stacked high up wherever there's space...
...trumpet-playing-son who amazes...
...soft pillow for the head...
...melting icicles...
...cake and ice cream and candles and birthday boys...
...sons who shovel driveways...
...eggs fresh from the nest in the morning...
...warm showers on cold mornings...
...chocolate hot and frothy in mugs...
"But these gifts of grace are both private love story between God and me, and witness to world that He loves large and His grace-gifts never stop."
ReplyDeleteI love how you phrased that because that's how it feels more and more to me. Thank you for sharing this!
.....and you never know who needs to recognize those gifts in their lives, yaknow?
ReplyDeleteI adore that you've witnessed to me, to us.
Thank you for that.