To be thankful

I am thankful.

For the little things.

The big things.

The messy in-between things.

I am thankful.

For this life.

For the lives of those I love.

For lives of those I’ve loved and lost.

I am thankful.

For simple times.

For warm coffee.

For slow mornings.

For blank pages being filled.

On snowy December mornings.

I am thankful.

For the quiet.

For the serene.

For the mundane.

I am thankful.

For the times of peace.

When it is easy to see Your face.

I am thankful.

For the composition.

Of big things.

Of little things.

The way they string together.

Like notes on a staff.

Like a melody on paper.

Beautifully composed.

Coming together.

Just as they were.

Always destined to be.

I am thankful.

For the peace.

That comes after dissonance.

For the settling.

The resolve.

The falling into place.

I am thankful.

To know Peace.

To know Peace is there.

Amid the chaos.

Hidden beneath the surface tension.

Waiting to be seen.

Waiting for you to notice.

Peace is there.

And when you do.

You will be thankful.

Not just for the times of peace.

For the simple.

The mundane.

For you will know.

That Peace is with you.

Wherever you go.

And you will fall in love.

With every moment.

With every little thing.

You will fall in love.

With the chaos.

The madness.

The dissonance.

You will fall in love.

With life.

With its shards.

Its bumpy edges.

Because.

Though not always beautiful.

On the surface.

There’s beauty amid every crevasse.

Just below the surface.

Beneath the tension.

In every unresolved chord.

There is an emerging.

A holy ending.

A glorious new beginning.

Beauty far beyond.

What the plain eye can see.

Far beyond.

What the mind could think.

It is a beauty.

A peace.

That is bigger than you and me.

Bigger than the trees.

Bigger than the mountains.

Than its tallest peaks.

Far more glorious.

Than the glisten of snow.

As it falls from the heavens.

To the earth below.

Far more than you could imagine.

Far more than you could dare to believe.

There is Glory.

Wreathing through every moment.

That dares to seem incomplete.

Waiting to be seen.

Waiting to emerge.

To bring Glory.

To the places we never thought.

Glory could be.

This is life.

Peace.

Beauty.

Glory.

If only we just train our eyes.

To see.

The intricate detail.

The resolution.

The wonder.

And be thankful.

For the Peace, Beauty, and Glory.

To see God.

In everything.