Abba, make me sensible of the treasures that abound in my life, that I have too often passed by without notice or appreciation:
a grandchild asking me to play,
a breeze,
a scent,
a warm shower,
a smile from a stranger,
my beloved's hand in mine,
fresh clean sheets.

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1 comment:

His Touch said...

Life it great in Texas. Looking forward to reading your blog daily. I use to blog all the time and then I got caught up in stuff. Busy useless stuff. :) I am a prayer warrior that just came out of a rot. Blessings to you and your work.