This time of year is full of sensory delights. It is one of my favorite things about fall. The scents of sage, cinnamon, and nutmeg. The feel of a warm, ceramic coffee cup in my hand, coupled with the nip of frost in the air. The sound of the referee’s whistle as the band plays “Yea Alabama.” And, with Thanksgiving planted right in the center of this sensory smorgasbord, it prompts us to stop and savor with gratitude.
For this week’s #FridayFive, I am exploring my five senses. I will breathe deeply, look longer, listen closer. Gratitude grows as we pause to savor the senses.
May the glory of the Lord endure forever;
may the Lord rejoice in his works,
who looks on the earth and it trembles,
who touches the mountains and they smoke!
I will sing to the Lord as long as I live;
I will sing praise to my God while I have being.
May my meditation be pleasing to him,
for I rejoice in the Lord.
I tasted brioche for the first time this week. I saw it on the shelf with a little phrase on the tag that caught my eye: “Imported from France.” With Paris on my mind, I felt compelled to connect with the French through this dessert bread. The soft bread has a ribbon of cream running through it. The chocolate chips added another layer of richness. As my taste buds smiled, my heart whispered a prayer for Paris. I am thankful for the body of Christ, bound in prayer across oceans, despite different languages and customs.
The Alabama climate is as moody as a woman, especially in November. Early in the week, I slid on a coat for the first time this season. I took in a deep breath of the cool air, feeling my feet bounce just a bit with joy at the shift in the season. Two days later, I played outside with Barrett in shorts and a t-shirt. I indulged in the warmth of the sun before earth’s path carries me too far away to feel it. I am thankful for the changing of the seasons, and the assurance that one prepares me for the next.
Barrett will be two soon. This week he learned, “watch this!” It is the mama-anthem for all young children. “Watch me and be proud of me.” I watched with delight (and a little fear) as he jumped from the ottoman to the couch and back again. Each time he gave a joyful, “watch this!” and ended with an, “I did it!” I am thankful for the opportunity to watch my children grow.
I went to the last night of the Mercy Me “Welcome to the New” tour this past week. Phil Wickham took the stage before the headliners. Let me tell you, recordings do not do him justice. His live performance of Heaven Song left me feeling as if the windows of heaven had opened and we experienced worship with the angels. I am thankful for worship here on earth, a small taste of the worship we will offer in heaven.
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We pulled the old drip coffee maker out this week. We typically use a Keurig, but decided we were ready for a traditional pot of coffee again. The smell of Trader Joe’s New Mexico Pinion filled the house that morning. It hung in the air, making our house smell like a coffee shop. David and I enjoyed the coffee, but we also reconnected over a common interest. We are deep in the trenches, raising kids and working. It has been hard to find connecting points. This week, the aroma of coffee drew us together again. I am thankful for reconnection over the small things, for it is the small things that bind us together.
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