nested gifts

The invitation to pick blueberries was a gift, offering a first time experience. What I later discovered were several gifts nested within that gift. Among them were –

a warm welcome in words and a hug from my friend’s mother;

information about my friend’s ancestors who owned the estate since the 1800s;

the feel of raindrops on my hands as I picked the blueberries;

conversations about God with my friend and his mother;

delicious slices of watermelon;

setting a rocking chair in motion and exhaling as I looked over the pastures;

and the sunlight and the flowers and pecans fresh out of their shells offered by friend’s father.

Nested gifts.*

*Based on the nested dolls concept.

context for a moment

You can see the sky in the photo above

but that is not all there was.

Birds flew across my walking path.

There was the train’s whistle and the rumble of the wheels of the carriages being pulled on the tracks.

There was the intermittent hum of traffic, the cadence of my footsteps, and a refreshing breeze.

There is always more to a moment than what you see.

noticing God’s gifts

I thought it wonderful that, after a weekend that included a heat index of 108, God would gift me with 67 degrees temperatures for my morning walk. Then I took a deep breath and recognized the ability to do so as a gift. And felt the cool dew on my feet as I moved through the grass. And noticed the sunbursts and the flowers. All gifts from a loving, generous Father.