Oh lovely life,
still quiet mornings,
rude awakened mornings,
wet bed sheets and spilled cereal,
calm bird song and piping hot coffee ...
you are a gift.
The bad really isn't the bad, the good is always good.
books to pour through,
bills to pay,
thoughts to discard.
The sheets to wash, the dishes to wash, the faces to wash,
blankets to fold, a body to exercise, to strength so I can be my best,
food to prepare
Each moment a simple yet so complex gift.
Body movement, hair flipping, eye's blinking
Salads to eat, water to drink
toes to tickle.
Showers to take, mail to fetch, snow to shovel
(not in that particular order)
I Thank You for these moments.
I abide in You by loving this life, by seeing with eyes wide open
my heart wide open.
A used book ... with notes from the previous owner tucked inside
A gift ...insight , wisdom, dreams , vulnerability.
Books in themselves, amazing treasures.
Today I'm taking time to smell the roses.
Busy mothers aren't too busy to abide in love , to live with inner peace even when the world is tiring.
That's a gift.
I'm taking it.
"Take the word staying and blanket it with heart warmth and and receptivity of the soul, and you end up with abiding."
- David Housholder
"There is a place for study. But the Creator of the universe does not call us into the stacks of libraries to find Him. "
- David Householder