I watch my two boys jump and giggle and play -- clad in pajamas and joyful from a full night's sleep. I lie sleepily in bed, with a genuine smile on my face . . . perfectly content to have two boys climbing, clamoring, and poking me. When I see them, I see life.
Maybe it's impossible for small children to choose anything but life.
But what about us? In our daily choices . . . our everyday moments . . . do we choose life or death?
For me, choosing life is choosing to forgive . . . choosing to serve . . . stretching my arms out to receive God's goodness.It is about continuing this experiment -- letting God direct my day instead of my many to-do lists. It's about listening for the whisper . . . perceiving the nudge . . . to take a morning walk or an afternoon nap or write a few thank you notes or play a silly game or work on a baby book or sweep the floor.
Perhaps the nudge will lead me to something unexpected . . . something unplanned . . . something I didn't give as much importance to . . .
. . . but something beautiful.
To Life.
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