I’m a southern girl and, as such, have my priorities rightly placed.
God. Family. Sweet tea.
However, one recent morning found me unimpressed with the empty status of my sugar bowl.
There’s no “sweet” in tea without sugar, and—any good southerner knows that the “tea” without the “sweet” is – so very unfortunate.
Enter my ten pound bag of sugar. (God bless Costco).
Like sand in a beach pail, tiny grains of sugar softly collect, filling the canister.
As these shiny, white grains tumble into pillowy sugar dunes within my canister – I notice it.
An invisible dusting of sweetness permeates the air.
An unexpected taste of confection on my lips.
Unseen, yet evident.
As the air around me held this loveliness, I considered how I long to be like this unassuming sack of sugar.
Not a trace of myself lingering in the spaces of this life, only a pervasive essence of sweetness—of grace, gentleness, love.
Quiet, airborne beauty, rooted in the unseen, but carried…evidenced by grace.
Just as this obscure, candied dust fell on my lips that morning—I want a life that scatters sprinklings of softness that fall on hearts. Tweet This
Amen? You too?
As house-ers of the Living Spirit, isn’t this our heart’s cry?
Temples we are.
May our hospitality extend first to Him as we sow grace into every corner of our beings.
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