FEBRUARY in Oklahoma. Expect anything. This particular day last week? A mild near 70-degree temperatures. As I relaxed in my hammock strung between two pecan trees in my backyard, I snapped photos of various things--one of which is my feet.
I needed a break. I'd been feverishly pecking out protests against unsolicited smut that made its way into my home via Better Homes & Gardens magazine. I didn't like it. I would much rather relax from typing encouraging words, inspirational posts and commenting on blogs which seek to inform, instruct or educate. Alas, we can't always do what we want to do. But many times I can; and today was one of those days.
<------ Here, we have the view of my pecan trees from my prone position. I lay mesmerized, staring at the varigated blue sky. At first glance it appeared one solid baby blue. But when I took a moment and observed, I saw soft muted blends of blue hues. The bright sun glistened off grey-tipped branches which seemed iced with frozen rain. Towering 50 or more feet above my head the bare limbs swayed. Birds flew by, unconcerned that I was there to share their world. Rays of warmth teased my cheeks and tempted thoughts of Spring. I smiled.
Just the thought of Spring and all its splendor filled my battered winter mind with hope. I watched sparrows play inside the purple martins' summer home. It wouldn't be long till the air would fill with bees and dragonflies. My calloused hands would grapple with broadleaf grass and weeds. My phone chimed and pierced my mental musings. Unlike other unsolicited invasions in my world, this caller was a blessing. Forty minutes later, my daughter dropped off Haylee Jae to be with Grama for a while. As usual, she blessed me with hugs and spoiled me rotten with attention to every detail of my yard. 
We fed the birds bread crumbs, picked dried dandelions and played with Snow White and her seven dwarves.
We forgot about unpleasantries. We focused on all things beautiful and fun. We shared a blink in each other's lives and I, at least, felt better for the moments gained--not lost.
Blessed are those who make time to smell the flowers and share them with someone they love.
Each moment is a gift from God. None are wasted when they are given to someone else--nor if they are spent revelling in the beauty of God's creation. After all, "the heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows his handiworks." (Ps.19:1. Surely if God can take six days to create the earth and the heavens which surround it, He is delighted when I take an hour or so to enjoy it. Don't you think? [copyrighted, selahVtoday, 2007]
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