a poem by Sherah-Leigh Gerber
Would I have noticed the sky this morning if I hadn't been dashing out with the trash can between frying eggs and packing backpacks? Would I have noticed how black turns to gentle grey; how soft pink creeps in and bleeds to orange if I had not been lying awake long before the alarm was to blare? Would I have noticed the gradation of blues that layer on each other forming the blue ridge hemming me in behind and before? Would I have noticed God's gifts of beauty if not in desperate need of a sign of God? Would I?
Consider: What might God be inviting you to notice in the midst of the ordinary and mundane of your day? What gifts might God be giving you that have gone unnoticed?