What Really Matters {it’s not the envelope}

The snow comes, unexpected like

grace after a fall (yours, mine,

ours) a quiet wool covering missteps,

mistakes, messes.

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?

Leave your thoughts in the Comments.

8 thoughts on “What Really Matters {it’s not the envelope}

  1. Disorientation is a place of discomfort. While I know where I am, I know I need to move. The question is where. I’m grateful for God’s guiding presence. Thanks for your lovely words and poem. Praying for you and your husband during this recovery time. Surgery is a shock to every system.

    1. Natalie, I’m still working through the idea of disorientation and reorientation–turning myself daily towards the Son. (what a perfect word!)
      Yes, you’re right–surgery is a shock to every system….but every day is better. Thanks for your prayers.

  2. Dear Jody, grace and peace to you today amid the chaos! I am picturing a vintage compass rose as I add my prayers to yours, that we both find ourselves locked on to His heart, His direction for this day. Prayers for your husband’s recovery as well.
    Quiet wool [here today too, speaking] peace, shelter. Grace.

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