Grateful

A dear friend made a simple comment a couple of weeks ago when The Sheriff slept in a bit how very blessed I am to be able to enjoy that quiet in the mornings. No hint of jealousy or bitterness existed in her words. They contained no lecture.

I believe they served as words from an Angel as a reminder to be grateful, to be content, with here and now. I resolved to seek contentment in my life this year, and on so many occasions I've been able to see the blessings around me and be truly thankful for them. I am grateful for this awareness.




And yes, I am grateful that our mornings are typically slow and unhurried. We drink coffee from a real cup instead of a paper one from a drive thru on our way to drop an older child off at school or perhaps W at daycare while I head to work.

I don't mean to sound like I'm bragging. Whether you choose daycare for your child or need to for your family's functioning is also perfect for you. I also don't mean to sound like when it's time to get dressed and put together that there's not a toddler right there clinging to every piece of myself that I need at the moment. I simply need to remind myself how beautiful life is right now.

I am grateful that I am here to play helicopters and trains by morning, share watermelon on the back patio by afternoon, and settle into a good book (ok, singing tunes from his Thomas book counts) by the light of the setting sun.

I am grateful that I can create with our son. We can do, make, and play together. We find learning projects with which I can be hands-on, and this feeds the creativity spark always burning inside.
When he learns new words, I am most probably the one who taught them to him or at least pointed him in the right direction.

I am grateful that I can be present.

It's this contentment that I must hold and nurture, until the moment when God's grace it's so embedded within me, that no obstacle, no heartbreak, no worry or fear, can remove me from God's love.