I can be just as blind as anyone else missing the goodness and joy that is happening all around me. I am so thankful for those who have chosen to walk with me and not let me forget. This beauty Christ brought us. This glorious gift of community. These are those who love me even when I am blind. These each displaying a different gift and grace of opening my eyes. When I feel my life getting behind and it flusters me. When the cold wants to squeeze the joy of the season out for me. When clutter chokes me out and creates a sense of overwhelm. It is right there that it just so happens, right when running my errands, I see the birds. The little birds all flitting about in the light dusting of snow or the barren brown picking up little bits of this and that – a picture of provision.
He’s surrounded me with His people of love and it’s all good. Especially when I stop fighting it all. God is at work, everyday at work, in your “little things.” He is behind all the details of our lives -interested and engaged! He cares about what you cry about. The trouble comes when we care more about crying than to seeing His care that comes when we cry. We fail to see His love coming…coming….never ceasing …for us.
Matt. 6:26 Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?
Matt 6:33-34 But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.34 “Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.
All is Grace,