This morning

I was awake and alone, sitting on the floor.

I had my coffee and my Bible and my budget and calculator.

It was quiet.

One by one, the kids began to file out.

Rubbing their eyes, warm from their beds, groggy, sleepy.

Without saying a word,

the first one pulled out pieces of paper and pencils and started to draw.

Each child followed suit as they entered the room.

I was able to continue to read.

I looked up and caught a glimpse of them,

intently working, no sound.

And it was one of those moments.

I can't plan or orchestrate them.

They can not be concocted.

They just happen.

All I can do is be ready to see, breathe it in, offer thanks.

Because in a flash....I blink....and it's gone.

The momentarily, spontaneously, sublime minutes of an ordinary day.

Psalm 143: 8

Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love,

for I have put my trust in you.

Show me the way I should go,

for to you I lift up my soul.