How can I be so impatient with the beautiful, giggling siblings God has blessed me with? How can I be so sick of life when the leaves are being kissed with fall, when golden light shines above corn tassels or when pears are ripening as they wait to be canned? How can I not have an underlying joy when dad's play guitar or people fall in love or the miracle of chickens laying eggs is right in my backyard? How could I not smile and be filled with peace when God's ability to turn ugly into beauty is even shown in raindrops on overgrown grass? How could I not want to take this short life and run to the Man who sees far beyond what my eyes see, emptying of me so that I can be filled with something greater?
Lord, open my eyes to see and my mouth to give thanks and my hands to give my all.
Amen.
