Beauty within Simplicity

 

 

When we quiet our spirit.

Silence our thoughts.

Miracles happen.

Beauty is found within the simplicity of our surroundings.

 

A gentle snowfall.

Trees dance about to the linear melody of song which can be heard within the whistling wind.

A train whistle awakens resting coyotes as the begin to howl in unison.

Beauty can be found all around us when we look through the lens of a different perspective. 

The perspective which reminds us that life is a gift.

How we choose to use this gift is up to us. 

Value it. 

Share it. 

Life is Beautiful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All is Well

 

I sat with my morning coffee in hand as my four-month-old pup curled up upon my lap for his morning nap.

Christmas music was playing in the background as the sweet voice of, Carrie Underwood, began to sing a favorite of mine, 'All is Well'.

Outside, dawn had broken, illuminating the earth bellow.

The dark, dormant branches and browning grass were now transformed into a crystalline wonderland from last night's frost.

 

There are no answers for tomorrow.

The unknowns are many.

Yet, a deep calm resides within my soul.

My thoughts are at peace.

Hope, renewed.

For God has not changed.

No!

He forever remains on the Throne.

 My heart, joyful.

As truth resounds, "All is Well."

 

 

Heirlooms

 

 

 This morning as I lay resting in the living room, pup soundly asleep upon my chest, my eyes were drawn to our Christmas tree.

Each ornament hung with care, now illuminated by the soft, white lights, tells a story of Christmas’s past.

Bringing to remembrance each gifter.

Whether handmade of tin foil and ribbon, purchased from a quaint, little gift shop or passed down from generations before, each one is a precious heirloom to me.

Thoughts of loved ones filled my mind.

Grandparents in Eternity.

Children, once babes, now fully grown.

Kindred spirits.

And.

Places we’ve been.

Each beautiful ornament symbolizing the importance of the Season.

The reason my heart is full.

The reason why tears dampened my cheeks.

The reason being,

Love.

Artistry

 

 As an artist, each color upon my palette serves a purpose. 

The darker the shade, the more vivid and bolder the others become.

Crimson, Amber and Teals leap off my canvas into the eye of the beholder.

 The black dormant branches blanketed in white, freshly fallen snow, is a beautiful reminder of my life and the lives of others.

 It is in all colors of personality which makes up our character.

Unique and beautifully flawed.

In stubbornness we see hues of great determination and tenacity.

In sensitivity, there is empathy.

In loneliness, a kind heart.

In the gravity of betrayal, stands one loyal.

Without the dark sting of transgression; we would not desire nor learn to forgive.

And.

What a privilege to do so.

For to Love.

It is to embrace.

Not in part. But in whole.

Hatred stirs up strife, but love covers all transgressions. ~ Proverbs 10:12

 

 

 

57 Days

 

 

Today, on Facebook, a friend had posted that there is only 57 days ‘til Christmas. I know for many; this does not bring on much excitement.

For me. I have already begun to listen to Christmas music and take in a few Holiday classics.

In a time of such uncertainty all around us, I believe what better time than for a little certainty. During the Holidays, specifically Christmas time, a marvelous transformation occurs in the heart of man.

Pocketbooks open wider. Helping those less fortunate than ourselves.

Those without, find themselves with plenty. It truly is a time of Blessings.

Though. This year is quite different than the last, what better time than to embrace the Season of Miracles.

Christ the Messiah came as the song for the suffering.

He is the light to the wanderer.

HE IS HOPE.

HE IS PEACE.

HE IS JOY.

 

Berries

 

Outside my bedroom window, Migrating Robins, with their fluffy, whitish, winter plumage, have gathered to get their fill of berries. A much-needed sustenance to continue onward, South.

Some linger a little while. Filling the crisp, Autumn air with their sweet song. Taking rest within the tree’s colorful branches of yellows, greens and reds.

Many other feathered friends arrive to partake in the feast. All beautifully unique. All with the knowledge that it is time to take flight and journey toward warmer temperatures. Where the availability of food is prevalent. All with the intelligence of which flight pattern to follow. I marvel at such a thing.

 We have not a journey mapped out before us. Its patterns, unknown.

 However.

 Within God’s open arms, we find rest for the weary.

Within His provisions, we take eat.

Where there is angst, we find peace.

Where there is pain, we find comfort.

His love never falters.

His Grace, for the taking.

He is our abundance.

He is our everything.