Sharing

As we sat at the breakfast table this morning, I reflected back on the last 24 hours or so, trying to remember all of the memories I could share with you today.

April 1st was anything but just another ho-hum April Fool's Day for me. The dawn brought with it a glorious spring sunrise, spreading streaks of pinks and golds of the early morning sun. Our breakfast nook looks north, east and west, allowing us a panoramic view unfold right before our eyes. When you think about it, who needs to travel anywhere else to see the splendor of God's handiwork?

American Goldfinches, chicadees and sparrows, along with bluejays and redwing blackbirds treated us to the most delightful chorus, as they welcomed in another new day. No matter who visits our home and eats at our table, they always remark about the peaceful setting spread before us. Of course a tasty meal helps too!

Then as we listened to our pastor deliver the message at our morning worship service, I was again reminded of all the blessings that God has bestowed upon me and my family. He's kept us safe in His arms, He's protected and loved us through so many struggles, without ever giving up on us. Even when we fail Him, He's stil there, guiding and gently tugginhg us back to Him.

Later in the day my husband and I drove to Woodstock to sing at a Salvation Army church there. I had debated the day before whether or not I would be able to keep my commitment, what with laryngitis still persisting. But as I opened my mouth to speak at breakfast a funny thing happened. My voice was back, not all the way, but back nonetheless. I made more lemon tea to drink (with honey of course) and even packed a carafe to take with us. Sunshine still ruled the day as we traveled along the highway, noticing deer grazing in the new growth and waterfalls cascading down the rock walls. How can anyone say that God is not real, when the evidence surrounds us?

At the concert last evening I met with old friends and talked with family, before and after a beautiful evening of music. We went to Tim Horton's for a cup of Java with my parents and caught up on the family news.

I am so thankful that we did not have to miss that. Sharing that time with those folks was the highlight of our week. As we drove home, with the full moon lighting our way I replayed the whole day, just like I'm doing now. I remember a time when I thought I had nothing to look forward to but more despair.

Miracles come in all forms, and I'm glad I could share with you a few of my own on this second day of April. Consider every day you have a miracle because that's what it is. And for even more blessings, share it with someone you love.
Drop by again, Barb
PS: The pic I've added is of "moi" and Captain Mae Wales, btw.