I buckled the baby in the car and watched him ride away and wondered how I would spend my day, what would fill the hours day and night. Tears came to my eyes but did not spill over because I was not the worried, anxious, controlling person I once was, I had no answers as to what was best for this situation, and for once in my life I opened my heart and hands and said yes without stipulations and I saw God. I saw him in my kids, my husband, the kindness of strangers and in one delightful, squishy bundle. I have much to be thankful for, love bestowed, thanks given, and a pair of little socks that got left behind underneath the camera case.
‘I doubt that there is such a thing as a measure of spirituality —but if there is, gratitude would be it.
Only the grateful are paying attention.
They are grateful because they pay attention, and they pay attention because they are so grateful.”
(~Barnes, The Pastor as Minor Poet, quoted by Douglas Wilson). (borrowed from Ann)
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