I'd forgotten the pleasure of watching the sun rise from the window of a plane. Finally seated on the plane, I was busy getting situated and plugged in. Tom was making the wiser choice, soaking up the sunrise.
What a vibrant postcard lay outside our window! Nobody paints pictures as incredible as God!
When I was in high school, Mama asked me if I thought Daddy was handsome. What? Is there a right answer to that question? But, looking at Tom, I thought about that conversation.
Then I tried to look at him through the eyes of other passengers on the plane. What did they see? Did they see what I saw?
Did they see a hard-working man of integrity? If they took a closer look, was it apparent that he loves his family, second only to God?
God's glory graced another day. And it dawned on me. As glorious as it was, it wasn't as glorious to me as the face at the window. I pray that there is a face that brings you joy, peace, hope and love.
What works for me is to embrace the handiwork God blesses us with each day. Dawns and daffodils and cute, little dogs, to name a few. What works for me is to praise Him frequently for the blessings of the people in my life. And it had dawned on me that the greater the gift, the greater our praise for the Giver should be.
I'm linking this post to Giving Up on Perfect and Coffee for Your Heart this week.