O Giver... of good gifts...

O Giver of good gifts... thank you for the abundant graciousness you flood me with.

But God... some gifts are hard to handle at first...
                   Sometimes too wonderful to behold and overwhelming with joy they spill over
                   Sometimes hard, aching, uncomfortable... 

                                 where all I want to do is                   

                                                                       crawl in a corner

                                                                                             and hide 

                                                                                                   because one of my greatest fears is...  

                                                                                                                                           being a burden.

And I... forgetting that God is the carrier of my burdens,

                                                                                                         press on in my pride, 

                                                                                                                                                  oblivious.

             forgetting the cross and finding only my fear, 

                                                                                                    shut my eyes to pain and joy alike.
 

But God... through all my foolishness, forgetfulness, blind fear and failures...

                                                                                                                       

YOU ARE THERE...

                                                                             Giving and giving the good, again and again.


463. Sunrise through red-orange zinnia petals
464. Slow mornings alone with papers and books
465. Coffee brewing smell
466. Laughing hard over dying rabbit calls
467. Sweet baby smell on my hands
468. Young people beginning their own lists