I did a lot of whining this summer.
Grumbling and complaining because I couldn’t find God in the mundane,
I couldn’t see His gifts in the ordinary,
and He certainly wasn’t meeting my needs in the ways I envisioned.
I was wallowing in my own mire,
stuck in muck of my own making.
Thankfully, He was there all along
to pull me out and wipe me off.
It’s a funny thing…
as soon as my vision was no longer on the mud…
I found God,
I recognized His gifts,
and I saw glimpses of grace everywhere…
these grace gifts were there all summer long….
I was just looking in the wrong direction.