Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.
I love the view up here from the bedroom-turned-office. Well, office seeems too officious for how my days go now since I retired and Dad came to live with us. I am grateful to the previous owner who put in this wall of windows in this north-facing room. It's as if he knew I'd need a place like this for this time. It's a place where I can retreat, pay attention and listen to God.
God, I haven’t been outside much
and I've missed it.
I’ve been alone with dad this week and it’s been
Raining most days.
You speak to me so clearly though nature
But I know you speak to me where I am.
I have learned to
And see what God has for you.”
And then I notice the the mini blinds
how they break up the view
on the top of the window
even totally obscure the view
in the window next to it.
But I know
nothing out there
Just the view.
And I hear you say:
Oh my child, the “view”
Is like you seeing me.
Sometimes you see me so clearly.
Sometimes things look a little “broken up” and you wonder where I am.
And sometimes you feel as if you can’t see me at all.
But I have not
I am the God who Does.Not.Change
Weekend Brew and Barbie Swihart
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