The snow comes, unexpected like
grace after a fall (yours, mine,
ours) a quiet wool covering missteps,
This white-soft gift leaves an expanse
of peace, pulling my eyes away from the
ground, these humble, human feet,
to the misty, gray horizon.
Heart now centered, sheltered, still
while Creation whispers my thanks.
I don’t know about you, but this Monday morning leaves me feeling a little undone. Did you watch the Oscars? Did you see the mess-up at the end, the snafu that has never happened before with the envelope announcing Best Picture being the wrong one? How would you like to be the person that did that?
I’ve other things on my mind–a convalescing husband who’s post-surgery demands are taxing my self-centered flesh, a messy kitchen, incomplete projects, inside & out.
I’m in the middle of living through being disoriented. The root of the word ‘orient’ is from the Latin-‘oriens’, meaning rising sun. Well, of course. When I turn my heart and mind and self towards the East, towards the rising sun–Jesus–I can see things in the right perspective. I feel oriented again.
I don’t like to live with being disoriented, but that’s where I am right now. I’m grateful for God’s word and presence that keeps me looking up in the right direction, shining light on what really matters.
Where are you today? Feeling oriented, disoriented or are you in the middle of reorienting?
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