Just as my daughter is developing a sense of object permanence (the understanding that something or someone continues to exist even if they're not with her), I am developing "blessing permanence." God's loving gifts continue to flow in, and I don't need to grasp at or cling to them, as if they are the last taste of a good thing I will ever have.
And I've been convicted by Him that I want to choose my blessings. I want my life to look and feel a certain way (most often because I'm comparing it to someone else's). Instead of relishing the simple gifts that He lavishes on me, I am discontent and covetous. Even worse, I manhandle my life, as if I could somehow create my own blessing.
God wants me to live my life, the one He authors. It will be and is far more lovely than anything I can come up with on my own.
Another heavenly walk: crisp fall air, bright blue sky, studded with white clouds, orange trees.
Distant deer in the field.
Three gray herons together.
Rocking my sweet girl to sleep; we are both at peace.
I'm almost to 100!