When you need to remember that every breath is precious,
When you need to know deep in your soul that today is a gift,
When you need to feel the weight of grace in a moment like this,
When you need to grab the wonder back,
Start by slowing time by giving thanks,
Start but leaning low to see the glory in the small, the ordinary, the fleeting awe.
Because responsibilities can wait and time can't rush on when your skin's touching grass and you're taking in the full amazement of a bubble round and shimmering, an everyday miracle made of soap and magic breath.
Because you can't focus on that burden or predicament or what feels so very urgent when you're giving the weight of full attention to this one moment right in front of you. This gift before you. This gift of now that wasn't given to be discarded or ignored.
This breath is a moment to be savored. Enjoyed.
To be joy full.
The worries and to-dos will still be there waiting for you. But will a bubble wait? Will a child's delight and giggles and hope for summer days that never end wait for you? Or will a could-be moment of wonder slip past without your notice? Or will it never even happen without your willingness to be present, to open today's tiny present?
These days can feel long but an entire summer can slip away if you don't stop to breathe.
Savor.
See.
Because when we look for wonder, we see more of who God is;
we see more of who He created us to be.
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This post is inspired by Ann Voskamp, whose life-changing "Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are" has forever shaped the way I look at God, the world...and bubbles. Join the ONE MILLION readers who have been blessed by the journey of One Thousand Gifts.
"I only live the full life when I live fully in the moment.
And when I'm always looking for the next glimpse of glory,
I slow and enter. And time slows. Weigh down this moment in time
with attention full, and the whole of time's river slows, slows, slow."
-Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts
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Sharing the wonder with the beautiful community's at Inspire Me Monday and #TellHisStory.
4 comments:
"an everyday miracle made of soap and magic breath."
This -- this is one of the many seeds of truth that I was talking about you gently pushing down into your readers hearts -- "magic breath".
Yes. It is. You help me focus on the God -- on the Spirit -- in the "ordinary".
When did breath become "ordinary"?? :)
It's magic.
Magic breath.
A word gift.
And -- your little men are precious!
Beautiful reminder, Becky.
Oh the awe and beauty of wonder. I need to seek after it more. My littles have mostly grown up. Yours are so precious.
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