In The Little Things
This won’t be one of my long winded posts. (I hear the sigh of relief.) I’m not going to bore with details, though if you’re curious email me and I’ll be happy to go on and on.
God is good. I say it. I think it. On a regular basis. But you know those moments- when time just seems to slow down nearly to a stop and you soak up everything? The way the sun warms your skin and glints off of a reflective surface… the way the air smells and the sound of rustling trees and birds… the laughter (and screams) as the kids are playing outside…
In the midst of it all He is answering prayers. The phone rings and I get some special news. I get an email and there is hope of a gift from God that I could not have imagined the perfection. I miraculously find something as I’m cleaning the house (not in an area that I’m cleaning, but I get this feeling and almost hear a whisper that says “go look in the box under the cabinet, at the very bottom” and THERE it is.
Huh. The sheer wonder of it all. The fact that the Creator of the universe is real, is taking care of EVERY thing. And still has the time and CARES enough to be involved in my life. It’s almost too much to bear.
And to think of all the moments when I forget to live in surrender and I’m frustrated, wondering why nothing works out and even when things are working out just fine, I find little peace and comfort. Huh.
To know that it’s not my circumstances that have changed, but my heart. My contentment with what I have and the boundaries laid before me. My surrender does not shadow my life with shackles- it fill my life with freedom. Funny how that works. And funny how the biggest freedoms are found in the littlest things.