Today ends..

 

ImageToday began with treadmill pounding feet to aching on sterile tile to now bare in lamplight. Full of ” productivity” and ” should-have-done-more’s”

I choose to see today as not another mark on my way to weeks end.

Where is the joy?

Is it only found on restful weekends or is the joy for the gritty found in Mondays?

Does the ruddy one search and search until that joy thirst is quenched?

Does this gift of today, given to me by a holy creator have to be joy stolen because of mistakes and  missteps?

Today as the moon rises on the water above- can it be joyful- as it is far more than a checklist or basket of worry. It was a day that air has filled my lungs, my heart has pumped fresh blood, my mind has learned and my compassion grown. Do you have days like these? Where you can’t find a single good thing about it until you turn off your worry and let the evening ease wrap you in?

May we be wrapped in the gift of today as it is not promised to many.

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About RootsSinkDeep

Words to keyboard, not quite the same as pen to paper, but for now in a season of flurry and tiny chaos, this will do. Though I long for the feel of graphite under hand I am grateful for fingers that work the same. May you join me as I seek to find joy in the ordinary?
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One Response to Today ends..

  1. BONNIE BUCKINGHAM says:

    We do have broken days. Crippled so it is hard to walk
    and when I get to the end of such days, I have to make myself narrate the goodness of the Lord to Him. I find it hard some days and need a microscope!

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