And the day God breathed upon your still life, stirring into being the green leaf and the flower, bud upon the branch and light
upon your soul. Here you felt the earth’s air on your petals and your leaves, and squinted into sunlight, gazing high for heaven
until you felt the gardener’s hand gently turning soil and soul, and nurturing you, bud in radiant sun.
Cascading rain absorbed in warm earth turning, heaven of fragrance. What is that sound in the wind and dazzling light?
Oh, the sweet sound of your delight in God. Sometimes it is like the sound of running laughter.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
My daughter Abbey returned to Paris, France yesterday. We were all sad to see her go, but she has things that need doing and a life to live. Keep living joyfully, Abbey, it blesses all of those around you. It was Abbey that got me running again. I was a bit too content to stay in “recovery” from my little leg operations. I needed her encouragement and company. She was God’s push on me to get moving. We need that sometimes.
This morning I ran a little over five miles. The sun tipped over the horizon on my last quarter mile. Dressed for a temperature in the teens, my hands were getting cold at -3F. Coming down the road in the new day winking sunlight, the house looked very good to me. I was thinking of a cup of hot coffee. God is so good to us. Think about it - we get Him and new morning light and crisp air bright and running free and hot steaming coffee. We are so blessed. What a good day.