One winter morning I awoke to see magnificent lines of frost stretching across my window panes. They seemed to rise with the sunshine and the bitter cold outside. They looked like little miracles that had been formed in the dark of night. I watched them in sheer amazement and marveled that such beautiful forms could be born during such a winter-cold night. Yet, as I pondered them, I thought of how life is so like that. We live our long, worn days in the shadows, in what often feels like barren, cold winter, so unaware of the miracles that are being created in our spirits. It takes the sudden daylight, some unexpected surprise of life, to cause our gaze to look upon a simple, stunning growth that has happened quietly inside us. Like frost designs on a winter window, they bring us beyond life’s fragmentation and remind us that we are not nearly as lost as we thought we were, that all the time we thought we were dead inside, beautiful things were being born in us.
~Joyce Rupp, Praying Our Goodbyes
Reblogged this on SpiritualiTea and commented:
I love this. Even when we don’t see the miracles around us, we can know that they are occurring anyway. Thank you pathwriter for posting this! It’s exactly what I needed to hear today.
I’m glad. :) And thanks for the re-blog!
I love Joyce Rupp. Thanks for sharing.
You’re welcome. I wasn’t familiar with her before coming across this quote, but I looked her up and am looking forward to reading more of her writings.
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