Sitting


As I sit in the dark and listen to the night sounds greet the morning, thoughts arise like the croaking of the frogs outside. Random and far spaced, echoing and rebounding directed at nothing. 
Then arises the prayer out of the misty depths of morning soul. 
Let each person know what a gift you have made them. 
Let them see their unique worth to the world. 
We are but a splash in the pond, yet so connected to life beyond our own little worlds. 
Farther than we can see or imagine. 
Is this how Jesus healed?  By giving each person a glimpse of all they are connected to in this world.  
Giving them a breaking dawn of their own work in the kingdom yet to be. 
How to unlock that potential in a life fully lived.