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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.

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.

rewarded

Of the choices I had after arriving home from work, two had my attention: go for a walk or complete mowing the yard in preparation for the weed and feed product. I chose the latter and felt rewarded for my labor by these images.😃

raindrops on roses

The pop of color against the overcast hue of the day, drew me into my backyard, cellphone in hand to take a photograph. Noticing the raindrops on the roses and having these lyrics,”Rain drops on roses,” come to mind, made me laugh out loud with joy. A rainy day gift. Thank You, Father.

Come walk with Me

 There are several paths I take in my morning walks

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but the one which leads me toward the sunlight is my favorite.

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And I think of how HE who is the Light is constantly wooing, calling, drawing me to Him.

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And how there are times I run toward HIM, my pace fueled by a desperate need.

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And other times, I am like a child caught up in playtime, reluctant to give up what has my attention,

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And I say, “I am coming,” while still in place or walk toward HIM with my gaze fixed on what I am leaving behind.

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But HIS invitation is never withdrawn and, although gentle, HE is relentless in his wooing,”Come. Walk with ME. Life is better in the light and with the LIGHT.” And I am thankful.