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Tuesday, 18 January 2022

Facing Eastwards

 

Facing eastwards, restored to my former writing space now that the house has emptied out, I marvel at the vibrancy of the dawn. Stripes of magentas and deep pinks, purples and goldens streak the sky and draw my eye.

And then I become aware of the drab, bare branches a metre from the window, bouncing slightly in a lazy breeze. Two birds flutter into view, pecking here and there and then slipping on by. Beyond the bare cherry tree, several woolly sheep graze into the picture, tugging at the frosted grass. The muted colours of the foreground were easily overlooked by the dramatic beauty beyond.

This is the day the Lord has made. It is easy to project my attention on future plans and overlook what is right in front of me. Do not despise the day of small things. What small thing am I in danger of missing today, as I look ahead to spring and summer?

May God direct my focus, that I would bless and be blessed in the mundane and routine of a cold January day.

 

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