Gifts
The sky was that contradiction of bright and faded as only a clear winter sky can be. The sun shone, the clouds were in someone else’s sight, and trees confused by autumn turning into winter proudly displayed their still-green foliage.
Snow crunched. Ice slipped. An infinite series of frozen moments in time.
I need continual reminding that I have no rights. No right to friendship, to right to alone time when I want it, no right to health, no right to education.
Once I realize this, I will see all things as gifts – to be held in an open hand.
This is what I ask: for a continual refocusing upon these things as gifts, not rights. For this will manifest in overwhelming thankfulness to and awe of the Giver.
I ask for an abundance of joy.
