“From his abundance we have all received one gracious blessing after another.”
This is one of our fire pits on our wee acreage. It’s a great spot from which to enjoy a sunset, with a view over the calm water of our dugout. This time of year, when the evening light hits it just right, it goes golden.
It’s almost as if bits of pavement have fallen from heaven and are cloaking the trees with gold.
(You know. Streets of gold. Gold pavement. Gold leaves. Are you still with me?)
I’m counting these glimpses of gold as ‘one gracious blessing after another.’
Like the sight that I drove home to recently after a long day of work, hungry and tired. From the driveway, I could see the golden glow of a bonfire way down at the fire pit pictured above.
A sure sign that hubby had made some sort of meal over an open fire.
Another golden gift.
And my heart chose to count it as such.
Oh, I could have shut my eyes to the gift. I could have been resentful that my supper plan had been swapped out. I could have resented being late and brought my bad attitude to the fire. So many choices can gut the gold.
But if your eyes are tuned in to see it, so many moments are golden opportunities.
My marinated meat will keep.
My moments with a good man by the fire on a golden October evening?
A true gift from a good and gracious God who has so much abundance stored up, He can afford to share the beauty and serenity of His peace and joy and contentment with me.
I went through a period in my life where I saw nothing as a gift. My heart was stripped bare. Raw. Pain blinded me to the beauty of the world. I saw only its dark and dreadful evil.
I had to train myself to search for beauty and good.
It took a long time, but little by little, I healed. I started to see and appreciate the small things – the multitude of little gifts God sprinkled through my day to draw me closer to His heart. Even though life was hard and the process of recovery was a heavy and daunting one, these glimpses of gold kept me hungry for more.
Now, I see gifts everywhere – in the wispy clouds. In the warmth of sunshine on skin. In the way a nuthatch peers at trees upside down. In the resilience of a hailed out lily or a frost-bitten rose. In the determination of a mushroom pushing through clay packed as hard as cement.
In the love of a man who will build a fire and patiently wait for his running-late wife to come home…
You are richly blessed, too.
Do your eyes see it? Do your ears hear it? Does your heart feel it?
Learn to seek and enjoy your golden gifts with me?
Father, You are so good. In the midst of hard times and challenging obstacles, You share from Your abundance whispers of glory. Open our eyes and hearts to see, feel, and celebrate each golden gift we find. Amen.