Thank you God for the gifts of our senses. I miss smelling and tasting the way I did pre-covid – it’s been 4 months since I could smell and taste the way I was created to!
I am so grateful for all my other senses – what if my eyesight would have been taken away or altered! Thank you God that I can see the faces of my family, their goofy expressions, radiant smiles, tears of sadness. I can see the sunsets, the road when I’m driving, the beautiful forest of trees covered in snow.
Or my hearing – thank you God I can hear the sweet voices of my children and the beautiful piano music. I can hear the giggles in the family room, the crying calling out for me, the yelling from the boys’ heated football game.
Or my touch – I can feel the softness of a blanket, the wetness and heat of a shower, the coldness of snow. I can feel my daughters hand in mine, my son’s feet as I rub them – thank you God!
And it’s not a sense, but thank you God for my ability to speak – in my own voice I can tell my family I love them. I can tell them how I feel. I can be a kind, gentle voice in their ears. I can pray with them, tell them about you, God, and how much you love them.
God, you give in abundance to me – everyday, in the ordinary moments of my life. I became grateful for my senses in new ways this year. With all my senses, I lived a fullness of life experiences that I didn’t appreciate until my taste and smell were taken away, and then changed. Thank you for the gifts I don’t appreciate as much as I should, and thank you for being humble and generous to still give me those gifts. Amen.
My Heart, My Home 