The rain this morning sounds like sleet. It’s the Monday after Resurrection day. Plundered Easter baskets spew plastic grass
on these old wood floors and the hollow chocolate bunnies have lost their ears
The oldest boy is sick, again, even though he’s already on
antibiotics. This winter he barely
clears one hurdle before hitting the next.
Today I’ll call the Dr. and leave a message explaining the latest
symptoms and we’ll probably head into the office again for more tests which will
likely confirm a virus.
Maybe this is how it always is, the day after resurrection and the day after that – the chaos, the mess, the uncertain way forward, this working out of our salvation. This is not to say nothing has changes, but what has changed is still only the seed of what will be and we are, again, gardeners tending its slow and steady progress.
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We finally have a #SmallWonder button! If you want to use it, simply copy the image, then add it to your post or sidebar with a link to www.afieldofwildflowers.blogspot.com.
Welcome to the #SmallWonder link-up.
What if we chose to deliberately look for small moments of wonder, the small sparks of presence, of delight or sorrow, of true humanity in which we meet God?
That’s my proposal – that we gather here each week to share one moment of Wonder from each of our days. You’re invited to link-up a brief post about a small moment of wonder. Don’t worry if your post is too long, too short, or not just right – you’re welcome to come as you are.
While you’re here, please do take a look around and encourage at least one other blogger with a comment.