Noticing

I feel like most parts of my life are simply fluff lately...have you been there? That so much of it is just background noise trying to distract me from the big stuff.

I want to notice the big stuff


Stuff is a poor word choice, but stuff it is...what keeps us busy and what we're reaching for and what we do all day?  It's mostly just stuff.

But what I'm missing? It's the true blue in the sky and the way  eyes crinkle just before all of the happy pours out. Not perceiving it almost causes pain.

I've taken less time this month to discover the world around me. I miss that feeling, the one that comes with the cherishing of the moment.  You know it, right? The anticipation of something and then the complete calm that comes with the joy of the experience?

This morning, I figured it out...  I'm seeing everything as I normally would... It's all in my response to the world.  It's in the noticing.

Taking notice


Taking the time to experience. Sharing it with those around us...doing life together.

Together


It's the way it should be done. Side by side, sharing burdens and blessings.

Won't you join me? I would love to do life together with you here.

"A friend is always loyal, and a brother is born to help in times of need."
Proverbs 17:17 NLT

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  1. JackieOctober 14, 2011 at 11:22 PM

    Count me in, Shannon.
    I love being here.
    Peaceful feelings surround me here....feelings about "stuff" that matters in eternity. I want to share the joy of the experience.
    Thank you for encouraging me to notice.
    Love,
    Jackie

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