Last week got off to a rough start. A funk enveloped me and I wasn’t sure I was going to find my way out.
Moving can be hard. A thirty-fifth birthday can be hard. Together they became the double whammy that did me in…at least for a couple of days.
But sometime Wednesday morning the tide turned. And instead of grieving faraway friends, failed attempts at romance, and fruitless dreams, I started seeing the love that I often take for granted.
It was everywhere once I just opened my heart wide enough to see it, and receive it.
A hijacked blog. Love.
A Skype call with my three favorite nieces. Love.
Not one, or two, but three beautiful bouquets of flowers. Love.
A leisurely birthday lunch with a team of co-workers. Love.
A post-Rooted birthday tapas celebration. Love.
The perfect birthday dessert, a “colossal cupcake” from Crumbs. Love.
A weekend with a dear friend I’ve known for the better part of the last decade. Love.
Even in the suddenly dulled aching of my grief. Love.
As my sweet friend Ann Voskamp says, “All’s grace.” Yes. Love is near. We just need to open our eyes, and our hearts, and delight in Him and His gifts.
Where have you seen Love lately?