Finding You

I'm finding You everywhere I look. You're all around me. I'm finding You in...
~the sparkly eyes of a five year old
~the phone call from a friend
~the pages of a book
~the voice of someone special
~the sunset
~shared laughter
~reassurance in Your Word
~the boxes in my freight room
~the stars above me

And what shocks me is... I think for the first time in my life, I'm even finding You in...
~my fingers when I play music
~my mirror

I'm still not friends with my mirror, but I can at least acknowledge that there are a few things You did well. And I still am not satisfied with the way I play piano, but I can at least acknowledge that You do use my fingers.

I don't know how You managed to shift my thinking on those last two. I know who You've used to budge my thoughts a little, but I don't understand how You did it.

Regardless, I'm finding You. And it's such a delightful thing.