Like one of the bloggers I admire, sometimes I think it's sad that my blog entries seem rather...well, simple. I check in to my little blog home, my hands poised over the computer keys, my eyes staring at the lovely green leaves in my masthead/banner/heading (will have to relearn the official term). This time, I think to myself, this time I will be profound. My fingers pause, then tap, tap, tap. After a few minutes I stop and read my words. Oh, dear. No great thoughts, no soaring poems, no thrilling sagas. All I've written about are birds, cats, or neighbors, or maybe husbands and grandchildren, or fathers and mothers, maybe a tiny word about God.
I think awhile. What can I say that would have lasting meaning? Help!
I think some more. Hmmm...animals, neighbors, marriage, grandchildren, fathers, mothers. Profound stuff.
And God. Well, any words I can say there are bound to be tiny in comparison to the One who created and fills the universe and stretches far, far beyond it.
I think I will relax for now and quit trying to be profound. I will sit quietly and let the profundity of God and His amazing gifts fill me with their wonder.
