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31 Days Five Minute Friday: Moment


This was the view at the end of my driveway this morning as I headed out to work. The moon, still up and bright at 8am. I took a moment to soak it in, to take a photo so I could take another moment later on to remember the majesty of that moon in the sky.

I will admit, I was grumpy this morning. I hadn't slept well and it had been a long week. I am so glad that I took a moment to look up and see this sight. It put a smile on my face and in that moment, I realized what a truly amazing God we have that He put something so incredible in the sky.

Life is made of little moments like this, taking a breath and appreciating what is around us. We spend so much of our time in front of screens -computers, cell phones, and televisions - that we think we don't have a spare moment to relax. But I want to be sure and lift my eyes and take in these moments when I can be reminded of the wonder in this world and just who is responsible for it.

It only took that moment to change my mood, to be thankful that I had a job to go to and a dependable car to get there. In that moment I was so thankful for that blue sky because all week it has been drizzly and gray. That moment had me saying a pray to my father God who had given me these things. And in that moment I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

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  1. I love when nature takes charge and reminds us to slow down! Thanks for sharing 💕

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  2. Yes! I need to be better about grabbing those moments, even when things are going rough elsewhere in my life. Thanks for the reminder.

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  3. This is a beautiful post! It's true- taking a moment to notice beauty and to remember God's presence can make a big difference to our state of mind! Visiting from FMF#18.

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