a quiet, hidden life

It’s my first post on this blog… one I hope some may find themselves reading, but the beauty in this post is the quietness of its arrival. No production, no fluff, no advertising. It reminds me of some words that spilled off my pen a few months back that now hang in front of me when I sit at my desk. They read as follows:

Help me see the color

in a quiet, hidden life.

The value in a moment,

when seen just by my eyes.

Free from this pressing need

for approval and for praise,

tend my hand to a looser grip,

to know the beauty held in my days.

I find it easiest to blow through the quiet corners of my day. Bypassing the beauty before me in search of “more”. Whether it be more praise, more meaning, more money, more hope, more friends, more business, more, more, more. Fueled by a fear of being without, driven with desire for a full satisfaction in my circumstances. Longing to fix what feels broken, to ease the ache of my discontentment.

It’s easy to miss it, those beautiful glories so often overlooked. Desperately chasing the future or seeking to revisit days past, we never truly press into the joy of today.

So this has been my prayer, to see the color in today. If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I pray to have beholding eyes. It is far too easy to miss it, after all. In the wrestling of discontentment, I find the greatest ease for my ache for more is the joy I find in Christ, in this day.