We went on a leisurely hike at Point Isabel in Richmond yesterday afternoon, just before the sun set. I was once again touched by the ephemeral beauty of the sunset. Every sunset, fleeting and radiant, is the promise of yet another tomorrow. And every sunrise, bursting forth in glory, is the gift of yet another day and the dawn a celebration of life.
We came home to the lusty laughter of Jane and Jonathan at play. Their world for now is small. But it is all they need to let the person that they are to grow and bloom into what they are meant to be. They are literally works-in-progress. I sometimes imagine them as in a time-lapse video and see their gradual unfolding speeded up in a few minutes. But that would take away the joy and the thrill of living each unfolding moment with them.
When day was done, as I was waiting for sleep to come, I snuggle close to Anabelle and feel her warmth. It feels cozy and comfortable hugging her close on a cold and wintry evening, thankful for the gift of her love and presence in my life, which would not have been so much the happier had she not come into my life.
I have just lived another day, ordinary by most measures. And yet I have had to tread softly and carefully otherwise I would miss or break the signs that Gos has put all over the place to let me know that He is around.
“Lord, I see you and I touch you in the signs you have put in place for me. Let me not be blind nor deaf to them. Thank you for your Presence.”
The Pharisees came forward and began to argue with Jesus,
seeking from him a sign from heaven to test him.
He sighed from the depth of his spirit and said,
“Why does this generation seek a sign?
Amen, I say to you, no sign will be given to this generation.”
Then he left them, got into the boat again,
and went off to the other shore.
Mark 8:11-13