We were outside yesterday, my son and I, enjoying the gorgeous weather. We came across a patch of tiny wildflowers. They were a delicate blue on the slope of the yard. As I stooped to look down at them, my son proceeded to stomp on the beauties!
He didn't act out of meanness, he just wasn't thinking. He didn't take the time to think through what he was doing, he just acted on impulse. I didn't say anything negative to him but it sure got me to thinking.....how many times does God give us something beautiful only to have us stomp on it? I can think of numerous times in my own life when I acted first, then thought about it later only to realize I had destroyed something precious. I really hadn't the intention to end the beauty God was sending my way. I simply didn't take the time to savor the gift I was being given.
It solidified my thoughts even more today when my son spent some time outside with his Nana. Guess what he picked for me? Some of those beautiful wildflowers! I think God was giving me a second chance at His beauty, as He so often does. I am so thankful to Him for that . Not just for the wildflowers but for every occasion He allows me grace and mercy, and the opportunity for second chances .
Help me Father to recognize Your gifts...and thank You for leading me back to them when I miss them the first time around.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Carrying the Load
It still amazes me that God uses common, everyday events in my life to remind me of His presence.
We'd had a stack of diapers sitting at the bottom of the stairs. As we headed up this afternoon for a nap, G decided to carry them all by himself. For every few steps he climbed, he dropped a diaper. I followed behind him, scooping up the diapers he dropped.
God reminded me then...how often I insist on carrying the load all by myself. I am positive I can carry it all without any help. Then I began dropping things. First maybe just one thing. Then more and more until I'm leaving a trail of mistakes behind me.
How grateful I am that God follows me, picking up the things I have dropped. Often He even takes over the whole load for me when I realize it's too much for me to handle. I love that He is always there for me, even when I have ignored His initial offer for help.
Lord, thank you for always carrying my load. And Father, help me to remember to ask You for help before I even attempt to pick the load up in the first place!
We'd had a stack of diapers sitting at the bottom of the stairs. As we headed up this afternoon for a nap, G decided to carry them all by himself. For every few steps he climbed, he dropped a diaper. I followed behind him, scooping up the diapers he dropped.
God reminded me then...how often I insist on carrying the load all by myself. I am positive I can carry it all without any help. Then I began dropping things. First maybe just one thing. Then more and more until I'm leaving a trail of mistakes behind me.
How grateful I am that God follows me, picking up the things I have dropped. Often He even takes over the whole load for me when I realize it's too much for me to handle. I love that He is always there for me, even when I have ignored His initial offer for help.
Lord, thank you for always carrying my load. And Father, help me to remember to ask You for help before I even attempt to pick the load up in the first place!
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