It's the little things that can make me happy or drive me crazy. It drives me crazy when I toss things into the Walmart cart only to get home to realize that we already have 3 boxes of Caesar croutons, 5 cans of albacore tuna and a 2 large bags of generic cherry cough drops. For some reason, every time I get to the store, I keep thinking we are out of these same things. Why can't my brain register this?
It drives me crazy when I tell someone something at church, for instance, only to have the sneaking suspicion after I get through with the conversation that I told them the very same story the week before. What is wrong with me?
On the other hand, it warms my heart to know that inviting a divorced, depressed recovering addict over to dinner tonight really made a difference to him. I made a surprisingly delicious new dish (sausage rotini). And he not only got to delve into the crazy life that is our family, but in the quiet moments once the extended family was gone and the kids had gone to bed, he ministered to us. What a nice surprise.
And finally, the little thing that made a big difference today was finding my license that I had lost. I scoured the house all day long for it, to no avail. Finally, before I sat down to blog, I told David that I was really worried about finding my licence and told him it could be anywhere (in between a piece of paper, thrown away in my haste, or taken to far away lands by my children). And I had just said a prayer too that I would find it. Then, David looked under a tray in our kitchen (that I also looked under just before him), and pulled out my license. What a blessing the little things are--the discoveries and small joys of the day, even in the midst of the wishywashness that is my mind lately.
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