I coast through most days on auto pilot.
But today is different, and I don’t know why, but as the sun wakes me slowly, I have that deep within feeling that this day before me has been made by God, and as the sun spills across my bed, and dances across the room, I know then, something special is going to happen.
I crawl sleepy from my plush bed, slide into jeans, and go outside with my puppy, Mr. Watson.
The cool air whispers against my bare chest and I feel alive, so alive, and as I sit waiting on my front porch for Mr. Watson to quit sniffing, I watch the sun play on the river’s reflective face while the fish jump hungrily from its depths. Birds sing. Trees gently sway. Grass tickles my bare toes.
All of nature is talking to God.
I smile and congratulate the puppy bouncing relieved at my feet, and we sneak together back inside to make coffee before the neighbors see us so unclothed and uncombed.
Opening my Bible to the Psalms, I read some of the most beautiful poetry ever written as I sip coffee and I glance up once or twice and laugh as Mr. Watson growls at his toy squeaky squirrel.
Southern Gal pads across carpet and joins me and not a lot is said, but we are both all smiles as we enjoy this new day together in silence.
I get ready to leave for work and when I come back to the living room, Southern Gal sits holding Mr. Watson and I lean close to kiss her goodbye. And as I do, Mr. Watson leans in for his kiss also and we all laugh, but I kiss him anyway, because after all, today is a special day and I may not know what is special about it yet, but I am not about to ruin my chances of finding out by refusing a puppy a kiss.
Reversing out of the driveway, I think a little about my morning and it is then, I realize today already has been special. And the thought comes to me how this very day has been placed before me by God and it’s almost as if He’s signed it “With Love”.
And I wonder if yesterday, the day that had gone mostly wrong, hadn’t also been signed the same way, but I’d been too stuck in a routine called life to notice.
-Duane Scott
The Father really know how to deliever a message of love doesn’t he?
Ah – I love this. Can’t WAIT for my PUPPY!!! Yes – sometimes we totally miss the moment of greatness because we’re focused and swayed by events of our day. I love the little moments too – but sometimes I miss them because I’m busy – or lost in other emotions of the day. I’m hoping a puppy will help me not to be so serious – but more lighthearted and silly 🙂
Before you get your puppy, Cindy, I suggest this:
Throw dirt all over your carpet.
Toss in some underwear.
Unroll the toilet roll.
Now, sit down amongst the mess and smile for 5 minutes straight. If you can do that, you’re ready for a pup. 🙂
It’s truly a challenge to see God in our good times and our bad times. If we see him as the loving father he is, everything from him will seem beautiful.
What a great perspective!
It’s one of those bautiful moments. They happen every day when we stop to look and listen.
“I’d been too stuck in a routine called life to notice”
This is where im at in life right now duane…
thanks for showing a different view….
Thanks.
Arny,
Glad to help. 🙂
delux
humbled.
beautiful and so much love!
smiles. a lovley write…you capture many of the small things that make life a joy yet often go unnoticed…
Thank you Brian. 🙂
Great post Duane – thanks for the thoughtful reflections!
Isn’t it a wonder that He loves us so much…doing this every day…whether we notice or not?