Little things are sometimes big things. In order to enjoy the "little" things, I've noticed that I have to be tuned in, not checked out. It's hard for me to always be present in the moment but I'm really working at it. In this whole process, and it is a process, I'm sure there are days that would be much less painful if I could/would just check out a bit but I promised myself that I wasn't going to do that with my pregnancy and I'm not going to do it with the healing process either. I have come to learn that there is a reason for each and every encounter that I have and that for me to learn whatever lesson it is, that I have to dive in and experience it. It's so easy to just blow past a little comment, or a little opportunity to teach my children a quick lesson, or be too busy to check in with someone... or pick up a rock in a rush and toss it and miss the tiny jewel that was perched atop it. I hate to think of all the things that I could be missing when I choose to not be present. Perhaps it's more comfortable in the short term but in the long run, who knows? God put those opportunities in front of me and I want to know that I took each one and made the best of it, or at least did the best that I could with the tools that I had available at the time.
I have certainly noticed that I am making more of an effort and having a much easier time finding God's beauty in the "simple" things. That makes me pretty happy at this point. I hope to be able to find even more beauty in the near future...
Psalm 27:4
One thing I ask of the Lord, this is what I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to seek him in his temple.
2 comments:
Kristi-
I just had to catch up a bit on your blog. It has been a whirlwind weekend, as I'm sure you can imagine. I'm overwhelmed about how God brings people into our lives at just the right time. I wonder when the last time was I talked to you before this whole thing happened with my brother and then your son. Since H.S. God has changed me and grown me and people have come and gone from my life. And then someone shows up unexpectedly who speaks deep to my soul. I cry when I read your posts. I think if I saw you in person I would give you the biggest hug. I consider you a friend. Thank you for thinking of us.
I'm having fun teaching Bear and the neighbor girls who hang out with us about earth worms, flowers, etc... as I feed my growing addiction to my flowerbeds. I don't think I would have considered worms beautiful when I was young, but their purpose certainly is! Of course, wearing gloves helps me pick them up.
There's nothing like hearing a toddler giggle at the simple things.
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