All I have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all I have not seen.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
There are days when naming God’s gifts are easy: happy children who love each other, fresh picked strawberries, newborn kittens, letters in the mail. The gifts come to mind faster than my pen can jot them down.
There are also days that His gifts are much harder to see and I am forced to trust the One from whom all blessings flow. I bite the end of my pen and try to see the good in the midst of a difficult day. The gifts do not come easy, but they are there when I am actively searching: Josiah becoming a little man when he carries a kitten that has been found dead, Isaac’s dirty feet across the clean floor showing that he has had more fun than I care to know about, Ainsley’s wild and crazy hair -she loves it that way!
I can’t see God. But I know that He has given all that I see. I can’t touch Him. But I can touch all that He has given. These tangible gifts, no matter how difficult to name, teach me to trust the One who gives them. I am constantly wrapped in a whirlwind of moments that scream of the Lord’s presence.
“That gratitude for the seemingly small and insignificant–this is the seed that plants the giant miracle in the midst of it all. …There is a way to live the big of giving thanks in all things. It is this: to give thanks in this one small thing. The moments will add up.”
Ann Voskamp, Selections from One Thousand Gifts