I had a quiet moment the other day. I just sat and actually took note of my surroundings. I marveled at the green of my kitchen, and how much I still love it two years later and realized that I will miss it when we move. I sipped the hot tea in my Christmas mug and savored my breakfast while watching a heifer vie for a turn to stick her head out a partially open barn door. Eager for a breath of fresh, cold air. And then it began to snow, those huge, fluffy flakes, my favorite. And I was so content to soak it all in.
Why is this moment of peace so remarkable? We are told to "Be still and know that I am God." Yet we rarely stop to seek Him, to see the beauty around us, to whisper thanks for all our blessings.
That is my goal for this year of our Lord, twenty-thirteen. To have more quiet moments. To really see the world and the people around me. And to give thanks. To live thanks. And to teach my kids how to count their blessings.
