"Warm skies, the stars are listening. Country night sings her song. Fireflies light the distance. Making me want to sing along."~Ruthie Foster~
This warm June evening I sat on the front porch in my light blue nightgown; the nightgown that is my most favorite with the delicate lace intertwined with satin ribbon across the front. The gown smelled crisp and fresh from hanging on the line in the warm country air. Mosquitoes waltzed around my ankles threatening to cast their darts into my skin.
Henry the Border Collie rubbed his wet nose upon my arm asking for a scratch; he panted his thankfulness and to me it almost seemed as though he appeared to smile, although I am sure that cannot be.
Slowly the sun was quietly enveloped into the night sky. I silently whispered a command that it stay just a bit longer, but as the earth rotated the sun obeyed and slipped into the horizon. We have had so much rain and clouds have covered our view of the sun; I was sad to see the sun dip away from view, but it was only for a moment that the sadness lasted.
As I looked across the barnyard my eyes beheld softly at first but then on a grander scale the quiet softness of fireflies. First a few dozen, then a few more...soon the night glowed with flickering green lights everywhere. In the darkness my horse slowly came into view letting out a snort as he flicked away gnats and biting bugs. As I watched him snack on the green grass of the pasture, it seemed as though the fireflies danced upon his back whisking to and fro in a display of theatrical ballet. Mirrored in the puddles the sights doubled in beauty. I wondered if anyone had ever considered how purely lovely this sight can be!
I thought of my friend Carol and her horse Buggs, and imagined the horse painting the very scene in front of me. (click on the link to learn more about Buggs the Painting Horse). Each worry, each stress melted into the night around me. My horse pasture was literally lit up with hundreds of shimmering green lights. Appearing to be akin to flickering stars, they passed to and fro upon the blades of pasture grass reminding me that their dance of today will not last...soon they will be gone and faded for yet another season.
As I look at the fireflies I begin to realize...I seem to focus too much on the worries of today and tomorrow. So much so that it seems to encompass my day causing me to lose sight of what is around me. Doesn't it seem as though our troubles are so bright, nagging, and numerous? Just like the firefly those troubles become bright for only a fleeting moment then are gone. We focus on only that moment and miss all the blessings around us. I am so guilty of this.
Readers if you are able...take a look around your night time yard and ponder the blessings. They often tend to outnumber the worries it seems to me.
Henry the Border Collie rubbed his wet nose upon my arm asking for a scratch; he panted his thankfulness and to me it almost seemed as though he appeared to smile, although I am sure that cannot be.
Slowly the sun was quietly enveloped into the night sky. I silently whispered a command that it stay just a bit longer, but as the earth rotated the sun obeyed and slipped into the horizon. We have had so much rain and clouds have covered our view of the sun; I was sad to see the sun dip away from view, but it was only for a moment that the sadness lasted.
As I looked across the barnyard my eyes beheld softly at first but then on a grander scale the quiet softness of fireflies. First a few dozen, then a few more...soon the night glowed with flickering green lights everywhere. In the darkness my horse slowly came into view letting out a snort as he flicked away gnats and biting bugs. As I watched him snack on the green grass of the pasture, it seemed as though the fireflies danced upon his back whisking to and fro in a display of theatrical ballet. Mirrored in the puddles the sights doubled in beauty. I wondered if anyone had ever considered how purely lovely this sight can be!
I thought of my friend Carol and her horse Buggs, and imagined the horse painting the very scene in front of me. (click on the link to learn more about Buggs the Painting Horse). Each worry, each stress melted into the night around me. My horse pasture was literally lit up with hundreds of shimmering green lights. Appearing to be akin to flickering stars, they passed to and fro upon the blades of pasture grass reminding me that their dance of today will not last...soon they will be gone and faded for yet another season.
As I look at the fireflies I begin to realize...I seem to focus too much on the worries of today and tomorrow. So much so that it seems to encompass my day causing me to lose sight of what is around me. Doesn't it seem as though our troubles are so bright, nagging, and numerous? Just like the firefly those troubles become bright for only a fleeting moment then are gone. We focus on only that moment and miss all the blessings around us. I am so guilty of this.
Readers if you are able...take a look around your night time yard and ponder the blessings. They often tend to outnumber the worries it seems to me.
"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own..." Matthew 6:24
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