I've had so many days like this. I've wasted so many beautiful mornings.
I sip my coffee and walk out into the driveway. Frost covers everything. Already, my wonderful season changes.
But you know, if you've read this blog for any amount of time, how this is going to go: I look closer.
|Love Note in the Frost|
The sun rises higher in the sky, and I realize the morning offers more gifts. The forest, for one thing, reminds me to look deep into the dark and bare spots and find that bright yellow place.
The oak tree tells me to lift my eyes as high as I can, above this bitter morning, and take in the sun as it shines on those leaves.
|Oak Tree Waving Good Morning|
Even today, I find a message in the frost and gifts within the trees. Thank you Lord, for the little arm of this oak tree that waves a "Good morning!" to me and for the hand that writes in the frost.
Journal: Have you already found a gift today?