For one second I could have mistaken it for a chapel in an ancient convent. The open door, with its heavy planks and small square-paned window. The wide view of peaceful greenery and blossoms filtered through the wooden Roman blinds. The clean, open floor. And light, soft light everywhere.
I was sitting at my dining room table, noticing. Noticing the clean walls and the light. Noticing the flavors of cheddar cheese and tuna filling on homemade bread. A glass of water. No phone, no to-do list in front of me. No agenda; my purpose to be and to enjoy the gift of food. And in that moment of being present I looked up and saw something that I see every day, but I saw it differently. I saw it infused with beauty and meaning. I saw it as sacred and full of life and God. My home; it is small and simple and I don’t know how to decorate well, but when the space is filled with light and my soul is filled with rest it is beautiful.
May you, friends, be surprised by moments of beauty and joy this weekend. May you notice and savor the gifts you’ve been given.
Have a happy weekend. I hope to have more for you here next week.
I know just how this feels. It might be something as small as the tiny bubbles clinging like fairy pearls at the edge of my tea where it meets my mug, or a flash of consciousness of the afternoon sun dining through the grass and leaves, but time suddenly stops. I need to look for more of these moments. I can’t create them, but they’re out there waiting for discovery if my eyes are open.
I love your thoughts. You have a rare gift from our Lord. I’ve been praying for you as you carry your Baby through these hot July days. Appreciate your prayers as well since Grampa seems to be so weak and wobbly and I don’t want him to fall. He won’t use a walker! Love you, Chris , Caitrin and Cedric!
Thank you, Grandma, for your love and prayers. We’ll pray Grampa and you both.