What if, each moment, I saw everything and everyone around me as a piece of God?
The shaky trees, the woman searching for blueberries, the full clouds, Cliff's jokes, an aisle moment with Robert, a hug from Krista, the silence, a ridiculous mailbox, a full bred labrador with saucer-eyes, a yellow mansion, a grey ranch, Chanell's tan hat, a Cadillac SUV, a souped-up Hyundai, a high five, a graveyard, a bike trail, a dark horse, laughs with Shawntell, a handshake with Vince -- what if all of these happenings were a piece of God? Not some...but rather, all.
What if I allowed myself to gently fall into the flow of things and simply be a part of the wonder of life?
What if my perspective remained here without any affirmation? Although in my heart, suddenly and miraculously, I will surely see the hint of proof suddenly appear from time to time.
What if I allowed this perspective to fully take hold? Not sometimes...but rather, all of the time. What if I lived this out fully?
Peace.
Love to you,
C.A. MacConnell
