He and I were sitting on the living room floor one cloudy morning when a shaft of sunlight suddenly set the air ablaze. He stretched a tiny, plump hand into the sunlit shaft and played with the dancing dust. I watched. Then our eyes met, and he smiled a shining smile.
Lord, I want to see each of Your dancing-dust gifts today. Please help me to live this day with eyes wide-opened so that by nightfall I will have a collection of small wonders and thank-Yous.
“[The blind man] said, ‘Lord, I want to see.’” Luke 18:41