"Each day comes bearing its own gifts. Untie the ribbons." ~Ruth Ann Schabacker
One of the most important things I’ve learned is that the greatest pleasures of my life are small things. I read Hannah’s blog earlier, and she talked about digging in the dirt and planting flowers with her aunt. Those are perfect examples – quiet, everyday pleasures that can transform our lives if we take the time to see their beauty and be thankful for them.
When my life becomes so jam-packed with activity that I don’t have time to sit and be quiet for a little while, I have a tendency to look past all the wonderful moments that happen in the course of the day. It becomes easy to focus on what’s wrong, rather than what’s right. I think that’s why the Word tells me to be still.
If I’m not careful, I could miss the fact that the buds on my lilac bush are so full of spring sunshine that they are about to burst open or the pungent smell of grass that’s just been mowed or the way my husband’s blue eyes sparkle when he laughs. What a tragic waste that would be!
Beautiful and blessed experiences are all around me even as I sit here alone, watching the clock tick toward midnight. My curtains are blowing gracefully in a breeze that promises rain. When I lie down to sleep in a few minutes, I’ll revel in the crisp, coolness of the cotton sheets on my bed. And in the morning, should God grant us another day, I’ll wake up to the rich smell of coffee brewing and my best friend’s smile. Life, real life, is made of moments such as these.
Thank you I needed to read that right before I go to bed...tomorrow we are taking my mother Andy's grandmother to an Oncologist to see if she has Ovarian Cancer...you just gave me a reason to stop and think of all the wonderful moments today that I have had. The blessing of spending time with family and friends...the look on my great nieces face when Dena ask her to be a bridesmaids...the sparkle on Andy's face the smile that has been planted there for weeks. Seeing my sweet husband melt when your daughter came over to hug him. And looking into my mom's 90 year old aged face and seeing the beauty that is still there through many wrinkles. Thank you for those words they blessed me with some beautiful memories. I remember a song that Bill Gaither's group sang years ago memories and the smallest of blessings that we so often forget...hot shower, first cup of coffee in the morning, tiny hands, first words, beautiful sunsets...old creaky rockers. Thanks...Janet Peavyhouse
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