What About Today?

               I will be, am today, learning to be grateful     

  I want a view.  Daises, meadows that can be seen when I peak over the edge of this beautiful mountain that resides in my dreams.  I want to run carefree into the woods, on a winding path with mossy edges.  I want to sit still and watch as the deer and small creatures explore and nibble and perhaps chatter with each other.  I want to feel a chilly breeze as I watch high above the flowing rivers and still canyons below.   This is my dream,  a simple life full of nature.   
   If I had only summer as my season, I would not fully appreciate it.  Without the dreaded winters in this dreary place, I would have no dreams or longings of the beautiful artistry in forests and mountains.   I will be thankful for the blah of November to March.  I will choose a heart of joy in the yuck of mud.  This  is not my home!  There is a place of warmth and light and beauty above my imagination somewhere far from here, but yet it is not far.   
   Jesus come soon, we are all weary of life.  We are yearning for the perfection of your resting place.  I am lazy in this request.  Please give me the strength to do that which will bring laughter and joy to your ears.  I need help with this.  I thank you for all  you do.  I thank you for hearing me and caring enough to put up with me and more.  I thank you for the bleeding hands that hold the scales, but hold them with the mercy side full.   Love you. Thank you.  Hold my arms up to you.