Dear God, what is the catalog of gifts received? This breath. The next. A sense of ease between tasks. Strength to endure hardship. Joy over loved ones’ health.
Lord, let me not look and wait for riches. Let me shun acclaim. Let me see these small gifts as treasures to be sought and husbanded.
Today’s dramatic ecstasy will become yesterday’s dim shadow. Yet meanwhile this constant trickle of small and momentary gifts will flow to me, drop by drop, creating a pool of relief and joy.
Let me value these cool waters, dear Lord.