Here in the Arizona desert where shades of browns,
grays, blacks and muted greens at first appear to
dominate the landscape, I live and expand my
appreciation for God's canvas.
Just today before day relinquished its light, on the
horizon where the mountains loomed in the distance,
God painted a sunset, its beauty taking my breathe
away. Wispy, swept clouds, delicately brushed,
completed the Master Piece; some things defy
words, remaining in crevices of the mind, long
after miracles have passed and moments acknowledged.
I am reminded too of springtime when the mountains
burst forth in the brightness of sunshine as they are
enveloped by wild flowers that have been sprinkled
there not by accident or by the hands of man but
by God and His glory.
Too, I marvel at the giant Saguaro Cactus that stands
tall and proud and the ever yielding variety of colors
from the Bougainvillea. Tasty fruit from the Pomegranate
the orange and lemon trees linger on my pallet as
I think of their contribution in feeding humanity.
Today unlike so many yesterday's that have skipped
by unnoticed, I paused to reflect on a gift so often
unopened, by we who are given greatness beyond
measure by God the giver of all gifts great and small.
I stopped, accepting this wonder of wonders and asked
that my eyes be opened to minute blessings sent to
me daily. I want not to miss the smallest of blessings
for in doing so in the future I may reflect back, seeing
them as they truly are, my Biggest, Richest Blessings.
Every landscape scattered across our nation, our world
our universe is unique in and of it's own self; like each
individual person we have our own gift and purpose, we
have our own contributions. God has given to us that we
might give back of ourselves and brighten the life of another.
As I reached over and felt the warmth of my husband's
hand, saw his eyes upon me and heard the words,
"I love you baby," I thanked God for all of His Blessings,
even those I so often take for granted.