Gasp.

Jan. 17, 2024.

With a sudden intake of breath,

motion immobilized, and

thoughts arrested,

I gasp.

Yesterday it was God’s artistic flourish on my windows.

The day before, the puffed-up purple finch raising one leg slightly, drawing its extremity into its chest for warmth.

Last night, “Lullaby, Baby Blues” sung softly with such love, I wished time was freed now like it will be in eternity.

Today, it’s the sunbeams breaking through the clouds and showing off the snowflakes on my dwarf lilac bush.

Awe.

God, you are worthy of all of it,

And I am thankful for the gift of it,

For making me gasp in delight and wonder.