"Hurry always empties a soul…" Ann Voskamp
I'm counting gifts… always counting… and gratitude grows exponentially as I am granted more days, and more ways, to see that all is gift.
I asked Rick this summer, "Why don't we ever say, Ahh those December skies?" So I've been paying attention, to see why for myself. First I've noticed all the cloudy, gray skies. Then I realized how I get up in the dark (Nolan's 6 am practice has us scrambling at 4:45 am) and by dinner time its dark, again. Many days, there isn't much light at all.
Then one day, the sky turned all pink and pretty. As I sat making our Christmas cards - yes- me and Pic monkey- a printer downstairs, a plastic craft cutting tool, and some photo paper. Totally cost-efficient and I didn't stress over when the photo would get done, or when the cards would get printed, or how long they would take to arrive, etc. - I totally took in the gift of sunshine all day. See how all the gifts string together? I am reminded that "Thanks-giving turns into thanks-LIVING."
Even Crosby reveled in the glowy sunlight. And now I can say… Ahhhh those December skies!
In the meantime, my days are filled with a welcome walk back and forth to the mailbox and look what keeps overflowing our box? I've always been a collector. A keeper of things.
And I am in awe of how the cards, the gifts, the blessings, just come together as though they belonged in the same space, right from the start.
But what it says to me, is that they all come from the same place- they come from love, and if that is the case, than of course, they all belong together.
Doesn't this card say it all?
My heart has been so touched...
By the beautiful card, with a gift, that a young college student and his family sent to me.
By the box of General Mills brand groceries and treats that arrived from a friend in Wisconsin. The boys are curled up on the couch snacking away while watching the Bison play, as I type.
By the beautiful basket, above, all the way from Washington. Filled with coffee treats, and beautiful plates, and napkins, etc., and Colton's favorite- sparkling cider.
By the beautiful words, the generous gifts, and letters from so many…
My days are filled with moments lived full.
If hurry empties a soul- then slow, fills it, friends. I'm finding that slowing, and savoring, fills the soul.