When I woke up this morning, I noticed two things:
First, it was quiet except for the birds singing – usually I’m woken by a crying baby or a hungry toddler.
Second, I could see small rectangle of blue sky with pink streaks through the open front door. I blinked sleepily, enjoying the luxury of lingering in bed, and watched more streaks appear, then turn gold and orange.
As I watched, I thought about what a small piece of the whole picture I was seeing. And how life is like that – I almost never get to see the whole picture, and if I do, it’s later.
Lately, I’ve gotten to see a few beautiful glimpses into the lives of people where God is working. And I can’t see the whole story.
At least not in this life. But until eternity those tiny bright ”windows” into God’s work make it worth it.
Worth it to persevere in my seemingly mundane days.
Worth it to persevere in chasing God.
Worth it to choose joy in the tiny sunrises.
(Go enjoy more Beautiful Life at the Inspired Room.)
