To cultivate: to develop, to improve, to train for the purpose of growth.
Can I cultivate my eye? Train it to improve its view? Is it possible to sharpen its sight, and make it focus on its purpose? Because I desperately need to cultivate an eye for all the graces imparted in my life.
I have gone through the hours of one, or two, or even three whole days without taking notice of these lovely daily graces: the refrigerator full of fresh goods, the hug of my friend, the sense of well-being, my bed so cozy at night; the music in my head, the feast in my heart, my settled spirit, the excitement of my thoughts, the strength of my body; the love of my children, the faithfulness of my husband, the toilet paper that doesn’t run out.
And what I don’t see clearly doesn’t benefit me. Amazing graces renewed daily, and they go unappreciated. Not savored. When I don’t live in the awareness of them, I waste joy.
Oh, for the discipline and grace to cultivate my eye. Train it, improve its view, its sight, its purpose.
And somehow, my eye is intimately linked to my mouth, because when I really, really see, I seem to always acknowledge it with words. And when I use my mouth to recognize those lovely daily graces, my sight becomes more accurate. And when my eye purposefully looks for these lovelies all around, my mouth finds itself cementing them in my heart. It’s the eternal circle of thankfulness.
The crop is delightful, and laden with fruit. Which makes my eye happy and fills my mouth with a song.
Cultivating One Thousand Gifts with Ann Voskamp:
#137 lunch on the patio, listening to the birds
#136 the softness of my chair
#134 a thinking mind
#133 my swept front porch and its robin’s nest