Some days it is hard to find
them. Other days they are so in your
face you cannot deny their existence.
Yet other days they seem utterly missing. Today, I had a hard time seeing them through
the fog in my eyes, the damper on my soul, the exhaustion in my body, but I know
they were there. If I pay attention,
they were in the many messages of hope in creation through sermons given in
class, in group projects presented, in an uninterrupted nap, in relaxing time
with the one I love. It would be easy to
dwell in the gutter of my emotions today, but I know that that was a temporary
state of mind and body and spirit, and thankfully, most people who know me,
also know that how I felt today was more out of character than in
character.
Dear Lover of Souls, your
presence even in my dismay is evident.
You place people, time and moments in my path to remind me that there is
much more to be thankful for than frustrated about. Mini gifts, little miracles—chocolate covered raisins,
affirmation from a couple instructors, a knowing glance from a friend, and the
comfort of cold sheets for an afternoon nap—are welcomed moments in an odd
day. Thank you. Amen.