Faith · Poetry

Snowfall

Happy Monday!

I’m the kind of person who is always in a rush, when you find yourself on the cusp of 50 you’re not really interested in rushing anymore. My word for this year is Behold, meaning to look, to see. I want to take the time to see all the things.

This world is filled with beauty, with ugly, with ugly that is beautiful and with beauty that can be ugly, but it is all ours to see, to hold, to treasure and to care for.

This year I have decided to become a person who beholds every moment, every leading, the mundane, the extraordinary and everything in between.

You see friend, all of it is sacred and worthy to be regarded with reverence.

God saw everything that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. Genesis 1:31