Glowing Daffodils

 One side of our yard doesn't get much sunlight, so not a whole lot grows there.  But sometimes our daffodils bloom.  I say "sometimes" because last year they didn't bloom.  The leaves were there but no flowers.  I had worried they wouldn't be back, so I was very excited to see the first bloom this year.  There are just a few scattered here and there.  We didn't plant them; we inherited them with the house so it's always a surprise to see where one is going to pop up.  As I said, we don't get much sun where they're planted, so the sight awaiting me after my walk this morning was extra special. As I came within sight of the yard, the flowers were glowing from the early morning sun.  One in particular was lit up as bright as the sun itself.  Those few little blooms shining in the sparse brown landscape were so beautiful to me that I laughed out loud!  We don't fertilize the ground, we don't water, and yet there they are.  It's amazing to me how they keep coming back, seemingly against all odds.  Another lesson to be learned from God's natural world.  I found Him today in those gorgeous glowing daffodils shining bright as the sun.

My Calling

This is from Steven Charleston:

I walk on, no matter how easy or difficult the path before me. I walk on in good weather and bad, under a beautiful sky, beneath a dark moon, I walk on when the road seems to pull me forward to discover what is around the next corner, or even when I need to stop for rest before I can take another step. I walk on without knowing when my journey will end, embracing the journey itself as gift, it is my life and calling. I walk on in peace, in wonder, in endless thanks that you walk with me, 
and that together we walk in faith, the road that leads us home.

 Up until I started my blog last year, I repeatedly asked God what I should be doing with my life and the gifts He had given me.  What was my calling?  I was happy with my life but had the nagging feeling I should be doing more.  Then I started my blog.  I wasn't sure that it was my calling, but I was too busy with it to worry about it.  When I finished my year of daily posting in January, it was somewhat of a relief.  I still looked for God in my day but didn't feel the pressure of verbalizing it in any coherent way.  It was back to just me and Him.  I also had lost the nagging feeling of needing to do more and that was such a blessing.  The daily writing had somehow shown me that what I had - and what I did - in my life was enough.  Then at the concert to dedicate our new church piano this past Sunday, Father Tom spoke of using our gifts.  And again, I asked the question of God - is there something else I should be doing?  I think He answered me in Steven Charleston's post on Facebook today.  I read his posts every day.  He's poetic and insightful, and I always enjoy his writing.  But this one felt like it was written just for me.  You know how that happens sometimes?  When it seems a writer has seen into your mind - your soul?  I think God used him to deliver this message to me so I can put my mind at ease.  I am truly happy with my life.  Happy to do all I can for my family and to volunteer when I can for my church.  And I finally realize that that's enough.  That "the journey itself" is a gift.  It's "my life and calling".  I use the gifts God gave me every day just by living my life the best way I know how.  That's my calling.  Yes.  God found me and blessed me today through the words of Steven Charleston.