The wings of heaven in the small things

A red paper bag hanging by the door
to greet a pair of tired legs,
after almost 12 hours of being out.

Unexpected words of affection.
Realising the gifts God has dropped along my path,
in the friends here,
in the love seeds being sown,
in the affectionate pokes and squeezes.

Fulfilling sessions of putting our heads together to work.
Sampling food among different halls,
making wishlists of things to do,
shopping and trying dresses,
making appointments...

Tired.
but Glad that I live am I,
that Jesus is always faithful,
that He turns my ashes into beauty,
that He paints my days,
making each day-the present-a colourful work of art,
blindfolding us in the before,
for His manna is for the day,
His grace is sufficient.

and as i give him my tomorrows,
leaving the befores,
each day is a new day,
an adventure with Him,
the lover of my soul.
and yours.

He will,
and already has,
made all things beautiful in its own time.

Thank you.