Some Sundays I can easily pinpoint a piece of beauty I wish to share with the world. Other Sundays, like today, I rack my brain trying to think of something valuable.
It is at the end of weeks like this one, when the weight of grief and anger and tiredness and change impede my ability to see, that it becomes even more important to play 'I Spy...'.
Today I am grateful for countless cups of tea in the autumnal Blue Mountains.
Today I am grateful for Skype and the technology that bridges the space and time between me and my dear sister-in-the-journey in Miami.
Today I am grateful for the chance to share Sunday morning breakfast with dear friends who I have shared life and home with, but have had to move away from this week.
Today I am grateful for mentors who cry with me and make me laugh so hard my stomach hurts.
Today I am grateful for the afternoon sun on the back stairs where I can read a good book.
Speaking of which, I am very grateful today for this quote from Nichole Nordeman's Love Story, reflecting on the creation story:
"Every brushstroke and lyric and clay pot and arabesque and sonnet. Any moment, no matter how small, that seeks to reflect the Creator must travel this lonely predawn road. The Spirit must hover and hover over our deep darkness. That is, if it is to be called good." (Love Story pg. 2)I have spied beauty. But I so often forget that beauty is found wading through the mess and darkness.
This might be one meaning of the cliched line 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder'....
To spy beauty I must have eyes to see.
What are you grateful for today? What beauty have you spied?
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