Today's Neighborhood: Devotional

How much of life is a blur?
Did I stop to watch the snow fall,
admire the size and shape of the flakes stinging my cheeks,
listen to the crunch of boot on frozen earth?
Why do I whizz past and ignore the awesome gifts
You hand over to me -- willingly -- each day?
What a slap in the face.
And I am horrified it is my hand
that leaves the red mark behind
mars the brow
drives the nail
yet even so You give freely,
abundantly.

Faithfully.

Stay my hand today
open my eyes
slow my running feet.
Sometimes there are snowy days.
Help me to admire each flake.