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| May Sarton 1912-1995 |
If there are not flowers, just watching the way the morning light bounces and reflects off the grass or off the leaves of trees. Once, I expressed anxiety that some would think I was wasting precious moments when I could be exercising, working, pulling weeds... A wise friend, who is familiar with Sarton's work suggested, "Tell them you are watching for miracles."
I was surrounded by miracles this past weekend. Both my daughters who live away, came home. Friday evening, my parents and three of my four girls and grandkids enjoyed a cookout. Saturday morning we had a brunch to end all brunches! Every dish was a new recipe and everything was so good! You know its good when even the cook can't find anything wrong. Saturday evening was pizza and wine. This morning, my husband treated them all to breakfast as I was beginning worship 50 miles away. : (
Take the crazy love of my four daughters and add the craziness of grandkids, husbands, and grandparents and you have a weekend of laughter, quiet conversation, good food, playing, grumbling... Crazy Love.
The miracle of my garden is pausing to see, to notice, the beauty of God within the colors, scents, leaves, plants, insects, birds....
The miracle of my family is seeing the beauty of God within their differences and their similarities, their laughter and their bickering...within the Crazy Love that is simply being family. Just like my flower beds, I all to often take the miracle of the presence of God for granted within, between, and among those I love the most. I am so blessed.
AMEN!
Many Blessings ~ Sandi
Praise be for a family's love.
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