A breeze. The kind that makes you notice.
It’s what set the day apart, ruffling hair and skirt.
We have arrived at the farmers house
and we give thanks.
After breaking bread together at
the farmers generous table, we dine on laughter.
Bonds reaffirmed while washing a dish.
Gratitude washes over us
as we sense God’s presence in the daily chores.
A visit to the garden reveals the gifts of the day.
Hummingbirds flitting close by receive their gift
from both feeder and flowers.
They give thanks for flight and long beaks.
Family gathers in the cool shade.
We are fed by grace, by the breeze,
and by the presence of a Holy God
who makes Himself known
in the quotidian.
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