Usually

Usually, my days are fairly predictable…

Unless I listen to God’s small still voice, I miss the main things.

Stubborn habits keep me from seeing beauty and truth.

Until I pause and remember my Creator, the day feels ordinary.

All around is evidence of His wisdom and love!

Look at the sky, a lizard, the smile on a small child’s face,

Let the extraordinary details seep into my mind and heart.

You, O Lord, make every moment matter. 

Ultimately, I have a choice. Lord, give us eyes to see the wonder all around. Each day is full of Your glory for all of us to behold.

About the author

Anna Gibson is a teacher and writer who is passionate about helping others wrestle hope and meaning out of their struggles. She shares her blog posts on faith, family and philosophy at hope wrestles.com and she will be publishing her first book, Blackbelt Mama in the near future.

Comments

  1. Stop and smell the rose-y bush
    (but watch out for the thorns).
    Slap the big bull on the tush,
    then ’round will swing his horns.
    Go dance upon the rooftop,
    and on the chimney, pirouette,
    and do not even think to stop
    ’till loss of gravity’s bet.
    Wear a clown’s red nose to work,
    to pull the boss’s leg,
    and consider that it’s quite the perq
    that the poor dear has to beg
    that you would please go back to dull,
    and not be unpredictable.

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