To dwell on tender moments that turn my gaze upward to the Giver of light:
A dad who prays for his daughters.
Butterflies and lavender and sweet reminders of His Presence.
Songs that cause Heaven's gates to swing open wide.
The reason for counting blessings?
When we lift up our eyes toward the sunshine, it causes the shadows to fall behind us. Why would we want to live any other way?
Tonight there is such beauty in the simplicity: the repetitive chants of truth, the peaceful calm of nature, the comfort of a phone call from a familiar voice when I need it most. Thinking on these blessings from the past week furthers the molding of my heart into a thankful one as I form habits of gratitude in order to live a joyful life.
For the joy of the Lord is my strength.
