Magical Things

It turns out to be a long and busy day. My mind is busy, and I struggle to wind down at the end of it. I think about opportunities and the changing of seasons. I have more questions than answers—that is most often the case.

I believe in the wonder of magical things, and I know they don’t come without cost. I go to prayer. I ask some questions, make a request, and do my intentional best to leave things there.

The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
Eden Phillpotts

 

Sometimes I wish I understood more about this unpredictable life I’m gifted with. Other times, I’m glad I don’t. Faith, and the magic, that’s where the sweetness is. There, and in learning to be comfortable in the I don’t know. That’s where wisdom lives.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.
2 comments
  1. I am learning, the older I get to just try and be open to what life brings. Some days are better than others.

    1. Same here, Cathy. By now, I know the wisdom of letting go of my need to control things, and I deliberately try to do so. It’s not always easy, and I’m not always successful. But grace.

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