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Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.
(Poet Mary Oliver)
Father, I know that feeling. Not a mountaintop experience, it’s usually understated: When the kids are home for a visit. When the bright morning sun slices through the trees in the backyard. Watching the cardinals on the birdfeeder (with a glass of wine) at day’s end.
Am I missing other moments like that?
…the kingdom of heaven is at hand. (Matthew 10:7)
Lord Christ, you use that phrase throughout Matthew. Despite my theological confusion, the kingdom must be closer than we think. Occasionally, we pierce the veil. Maybe it’s an experience: in nature, sharing love, a flash of joy. Maybe it’s an intention: an act of service, fidelity to your teaching, trusting your promises.
Am I missing other moments like that?