I raced past the front view this morning, in my harried state to get the girls off to school. Mornings come quickly around here as school starts early. Most days the sun is just coming over the horizon when we emerge from our evening hibernation.  Lately though, grey clouds have seemed to continually find themselves more important, taking the stage from the sun.  Today the glow pouring in the window caught my eye.
I fumbled for my camera and then stood at the window.
Orange washed the sky with giant brush strokes.  The gentle clouds lined up to watch the sun play, as if in a stadium.
Then just minutes later the scene was gone.
The clouds had drifted on, out of formation.
The Creator seems to teach me to stop for minute, just to ponder Him. I long to be available for quick chats through the day, and I’ve  been asking Him to help me see things His way. I want to notice the simple goodness set before me.  I fail more often than not. I get so blindsided by my own issues that He must slow me down sometimes, to give me His perspective. My circumstances are not usually viewed from above, I just don’t see the big picture. I’m just deep in the muck of the every day, chest high.

I Worry.

I worry about my family still processing grief with no end in sight.  I worry about my offspring, out in the world, far from me.  I worry about my husband’s health and professional life.  I worry about the two babies at home driving on snowy roads.
I just need a daily reminder that He’s in control, but most of all, that He’s beautiful.
Little insignificant moments are really His big moments, but we have to be still and quiet  to sense them.
The snuggles of a toddler, the laughter of a teenager, the smiling wave of  the driver in front of you to ‘go ahead’, all these are the quiet hugs from Him above.  He longs to show his tenderness. And I want to notice them.   Oh slow me down Lord!  Keep me wrapped in these moments.
Come and warm up the cold winter,  just for a moment, to whisper,  “P.S. I love you.”

The Lord is my light and my salvation;
whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life;
of whom shall I be afraid?
Psalm 27:1


  1. Della Allen February 3, 2017 at 4:38 pm

    SHARON!!! I miss you so! You're so far!! Thank you for always commenting when you 'visit'! Wish we could visit for real! XOXO Love you back!

  2. Sharon Olson February 3, 2017 at 8:29 am

    Della, your words in my inbox feel like a big hug. From you. From Jesus. Thank you.

    I love you, Friend.


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