At this point, you may be waiting to read what went wrong. Even as I recount this delightful morning, I'm remembering how many times I've spent my life waiting for the other shoe to drop. It's sad. I remember that morning well because it was only days ago. But mostly I remember that morning well because, as I walked through my kitchen taking in those smells, sights, and sounds, I felt content and grateful. I basked in that feeling for a while and I gave thanks. I thanked God for the wonderful gifts He had given me. So what ended up going wrong that morning? Nothing. And most likely everything.
Nothing tremendous happened to rain on my parade. The other shoe didn't drop. There weren't any traumatic events or catastrophes in my little world.
On the other hand, there was more disaster and sadness in the world around me than I felt I could handle. At times, overwhelmed is too small a word for how I feel about raising children in these times. Eventually, the sweet giggles and words my girls exchanged as they played turned to bickering and silence...and perhaps some stomping as one sister decided she was done with the game. My sweet toddler turned testy tired toddler, as he had been missing one too many naps trying to keep up with his older siblings during the summer days. And when the tractor needed more gas? I ended up with more gasoline on my flip flopped foot than in the tank for the first attempt at filling the incredibly antiquated gas tank at the station. Even after a shower, I could still smell the lingering scent of gasoline on my skin. Yuck! The upstairs sink wouldn't drain...again. As the day grew, there was more bickering, fussing, and whining. There were more spills and cold cups of coffee...endlessly reheated (a mama's gotta try!). The day was far from perfect. Isn't every day?
But I remembered those first perfect moments of my morning. I have those perfect moments so often. There are countless moments during my day when I stop and think I love this life you gave me God, when I think I have so much to be thankful for. Is every day of my life perfect, blissful, and carefree? Heck no! You could spend a day with me and see how easily we fall apart, mess up, and let each other down. I think that is the story with most of us. That's real. That's family. That's life. So we have a choice each day. I am learning that I have a choice many moments throughout my day. Will I focus on the frustrating pitfalls of the day? Or will I focus on and give thanks for all of the little moments that are beautifully perfect? Or at least perfect in my little world. And your perfect will never look the same as my perfect. My perfect will never--should never--look the same as yours! And yet our imperfect wonderful lives are filled with opportunities and moments to give thanks.
That's the secret! It's all of the little wonderful moments that make up a beautiful life. It has taken me many starts and there have been endless distractions while putting together these few words. I have had to answer way too many questions. I have had to comfort a fussy babe and instruct a child on proper phone call etiquette. There are crumbs under the table, pieces of grass on the floor, and too much cleaning that needs to be done before our out-of-town guests arrive in two days. I haven't had a shower and my tummy is rumbling with hunger. However, there is also beautiful perfection in this day. The sky is blue and I hear the birds and chickens. Perfect. My soft babe nestled on my lap while I fed him a banana and his sisters giggled at his too-big bites, repeatedly kissing his cheeks. Perfect. My older boys have been outside, morning chores completed, playing a rousing game of Nerf gun wars. Perfect. Well, maybe none of it is truly perfect but it is imperfectly beautiful...to me. It is my beautiful life.
Linking up with Holley Gerth and Jennifer Dukes Lee today