This morning someone posted a quote on facebook that got me to thinking. The quote was this: "I opened two gifts from God this morning....they were my eyes."
Sometimes I am ashamed of myself. Well, maybe not ashamed, but I realize how much I take for granted. Yes...every morning I open two priceless gifts from God. When I do I see sunshine streaming in through the window. I see a small snap shot I have hanging on my mirror of a handsome farmer wearing a dirty work cap, a gray t-shirt, and a belt runs through the loops on his blue jeans. You can see the silver handles of his pliers stuck safe in his pliers holder, his cell phone in its pouch, all attached to his black belt. There is a smile on his beautiful face. I love this picture. It reminds me of how lucky I really am.
Yes, I open my "eyes" but you know something? I'm a very lucky lady! I don't only have my sight, I have all five of my wonderful senses, and I would never want to give up one of them! All five of them have brought me joy everyday of my life.
What would life be like if I couldn't feel my husbands arms around me, or hear the meadowlark call to me from the tall pasture grasses, and feel the wind on my face, or hear it blowing through the tall cottonwoods?
What would life be like if I couldn't sit by the window and count the stars up in the heavens, or walk hand in hand down the country road with my best friend, and lift my face and gaze up at the full moon and see it so beautiful way up there?
What would life be like if I couldn't feel the softness of a kittens fur, or smell the fresh bright yellow straw, or watch the first wobbly steps of a new born calf, and hear the low, soft moo of its mother as she patiently licks her baby clean?
What would life be like If I couldn't see to reach up through the green leaves and pick the black mulberry hanging there, and taste its sweetness on my tongue as juice runs down my throat? Or take a bite of homemade bread, covered with homemade strawberry jam, or crunch into a roast-n-ear covered with butter and salt?
What would life be like if I couldn't lay in bed at night, and right outside my open window I see lightning flash, I hear the thunder crash, and all of a sudden I hear rain pour from somewhere up in the heavens. Or I can look into the clouds and see there the most beautiful rainbow, and feel raindrops in my hair, or smell the fresh country air after the summer shower comes up and brightens the world around me?
What would life be like if I couldn't stand under the big blue skies, and see in the distance our great flag flying free in the breeze, or feel a tear roll down my cheek when I hear our national anthem, or watch a new bride come down the aisle, or watch a young man and lady standing so straight and tall in their cap and gown, knowing that I used to hold them in my arms, and feel their soft little hands on my skin?
What would life be like if I couldn't smell the smoke of a camp fire, or watch fireflys dart here and there, or hear the call of a lone coyote, or smell the new mowed grass?
What would life be like if I couldn't feel the little hand of a grandchild in my own, or look down on their up turned smiling face, or hear the soft melody of a lullaby?
What would life be like if I couldn't stand in the softening twilight, as the sun sets in the western skies with all its radiant crimson, or watch my new day begin as the sun just peeks up over the horizon sending its soft rays of light into the eastern skies?
What would life be like if I couldn't hear a bull frog down at the pond, or hear the low, distant whistle of the train, or the rushing thunder of water as it cascades down over the ledge, or see the vast oceans, or the snow covered rugged mountains reaching to the sky, or hear the soft "I love you" as he whispers in my ear?
What would life be like if I couldn't see the little purple flowers in a field of green alfalfa, see the little yellow butterflies darting all around, or smell the new mowed hay, or watch the hawk as it sours up in the dark blue skies, or put a small flower to my nose and take a deep breath?
Yes...everyday I wake up I am a very lucky person with a very special gift. My five beautiful gifts given to me from God.
Sometimes I am ashamed of myself. Well, maybe not ashamed, but I realize how much I take for granted. Yes...every morning I open two priceless gifts from God. When I do I see sunshine streaming in through the window. I see a small snap shot I have hanging on my mirror of a handsome farmer wearing a dirty work cap, a gray t-shirt, and a belt runs through the loops on his blue jeans. You can see the silver handles of his pliers stuck safe in his pliers holder, his cell phone in its pouch, all attached to his black belt. There is a smile on his beautiful face. I love this picture. It reminds me of how lucky I really am.
Yes, I open my "eyes" but you know something? I'm a very lucky lady! I don't only have my sight, I have all five of my wonderful senses, and I would never want to give up one of them! All five of them have brought me joy everyday of my life.
What would life be like if I couldn't feel my husbands arms around me, or hear the meadowlark call to me from the tall pasture grasses, and feel the wind on my face, or hear it blowing through the tall cottonwoods?
What would life be like if I couldn't sit by the window and count the stars up in the heavens, or walk hand in hand down the country road with my best friend, and lift my face and gaze up at the full moon and see it so beautiful way up there?
What would life be like if I couldn't feel the softness of a kittens fur, or smell the fresh bright yellow straw, or watch the first wobbly steps of a new born calf, and hear the low, soft moo of its mother as she patiently licks her baby clean?
What would life be like If I couldn't see to reach up through the green leaves and pick the black mulberry hanging there, and taste its sweetness on my tongue as juice runs down my throat? Or take a bite of homemade bread, covered with homemade strawberry jam, or crunch into a roast-n-ear covered with butter and salt?
What would life be like if I couldn't lay in bed at night, and right outside my open window I see lightning flash, I hear the thunder crash, and all of a sudden I hear rain pour from somewhere up in the heavens. Or I can look into the clouds and see there the most beautiful rainbow, and feel raindrops in my hair, or smell the fresh country air after the summer shower comes up and brightens the world around me?
What would life be like if I couldn't stand under the big blue skies, and see in the distance our great flag flying free in the breeze, or feel a tear roll down my cheek when I hear our national anthem, or watch a new bride come down the aisle, or watch a young man and lady standing so straight and tall in their cap and gown, knowing that I used to hold them in my arms, and feel their soft little hands on my skin?
What would life be like if I couldn't smell the smoke of a camp fire, or watch fireflys dart here and there, or hear the call of a lone coyote, or smell the new mowed grass?
What would life be like if I couldn't feel the little hand of a grandchild in my own, or look down on their up turned smiling face, or hear the soft melody of a lullaby?
What would life be like if I couldn't stand in the softening twilight, as the sun sets in the western skies with all its radiant crimson, or watch my new day begin as the sun just peeks up over the horizon sending its soft rays of light into the eastern skies?
What would life be like if I couldn't hear a bull frog down at the pond, or hear the low, distant whistle of the train, or the rushing thunder of water as it cascades down over the ledge, or see the vast oceans, or the snow covered rugged mountains reaching to the sky, or hear the soft "I love you" as he whispers in my ear?
What would life be like if I couldn't see the little purple flowers in a field of green alfalfa, see the little yellow butterflies darting all around, or smell the new mowed hay, or watch the hawk as it sours up in the dark blue skies, or put a small flower to my nose and take a deep breath?
Yes...everyday I wake up I am a very lucky person with a very special gift. My five beautiful gifts given to me from God.
I am glad you wake up everyday your Kansas home dear cousin, hello from Michigan <3
ReplyDeleteLove you dear friend. Love reading your beautiful accounts.
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ReplyDeleteAnother beautiful writing!
ReplyDeleteExcellent reminders...I often take too much for granted!
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