So, what keeps my heart tied to this weary world when what it really wants is to go Home and be free of pain and sorrow? What anchors me to the sod when my soul longs to float away? What compels me to stay?
Last week it was bluebirds and hard work.
Washing up dishes from a morning cooking frenzy, I raised my eyes to look out the window and there-looking down the chimney of our smoker-was a bluebird.
Unconcerned with me he rested for some minutes where I could drink in the vibrant hue of his feathers. There’s just nothing like that blue anywhere but on the back of those beautiful birds-no matter how long I look at one, I always feel it’s not long enough. Then off he flew to join another on a branch.
It was a gift.
And I tucked it in my heart to pull out later when I needed a reminder that there is still beauty and life in a world that also includes pain and death.
About an hour later I joined my youngest son at his house just a few miles from the farm. It’s an older home on main street in our little town and needs some work before he moves in.
It was carpet day.
So for the next few hours we worked together and by the end of the day we had done it! Carpet laid. No major mistakes.
Success was sweet!
I was really just a go-fer and cheerleader but it felt oh, so good to have something work out just as planned.
It felt absolutely victorious!
We sat in the finished room and drank it in.
Someone else may have just moved on to the next task in the long list of tasks needed to finish the house. But when life has gone terribly wrong, you learn to relish those moments when it goes right.
THIS is what I hold on to.
These slices of beauty and victory are treasures I tuck inside.
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Yep. I too, look for and collect my little blessings each day, tucking them in my heart. They are golden treasures that bring some stability and hope: my third grade students smiling up at me, the sun rising on my commute to work, my fuzzy white blanket wrapped around me on my couch, my loyal black dog, Raven, curled up against me, my husband handing me hot tea, a cheerful yellow daffodil braving our cold mornings….. each gift keeps me attached, like a safety rope along a high steep cliff edge…as we make our way home. 🕊💜