Friday, April 14, 2017

the little things

Coffee in your favorite mug.
A gentle smile in passing.
Sunshine on your face.
A kind word.
A new book.

It's the little things.

In this modern world we live in, life seems to run on fast forward. People have seemed to forgotten what it is like to be generally thankful. Forgotten how exciting it was to receive an orange for Christmas. Maybe even a bright new copper penny.
Forgotten what a blessing it is to just awaken in the morning. To breathe deeply and simply say,

"Thank you Lord for granting me one more day."

As I grow older (because I am so old, right?) I am beginning to learn what it means to be thankful for the little things.
I went over a year without a bedroom, or a real bed. But I didn't mind. It taught me to be thankful for the one I now have! Maybe the sheets aren't new, and the comforter is nearly as old as me, but it's mine.

When food is not abundant, it helps you appreciate any form given your way. It's exciting and new. Savor each bite.

Maybe your little one just spilt milk onto the floor. Remember that somewhere, someone has lost a child. They would give anything to wipe up that mess.

Even a smile can change someone's life. You don't have to speak a word, but that gentle gesture could brighten a life more than you will ever know.

It's the little things.

Instead of grumbling because something has not gone your way, simply say, "thank you".
"Thank you Lord for this lesson. A lesson to help me grow in this life."

We shouldn't think about what we don't have. Focus on what we do. And if we do that, we become far more content with our lives.

Remember the little things.

A hot shower.
Warm clothes.
Gas in your car.

It's the little things.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

The Rain

  The Rain
Gently falling towards the earth
I clense the air so clean
To make afresh the world for you
To keep her bright and green
Sometimes it's forgotten
 I, too, have a purpose
Without me no life would become
And all would be filled with darkness
I give drink to those who thirst
I cool the heat of sun
I wash away what is hurt
And prepare for days to come
- Felicity Stenersen