It's the small things

Have you ever noticed that it's always the small things?

It's the small things that will throw you head over heels into a frenzy about a bad day, week, month, or year. It's the build up of things that don't really matter, but somehow gain the most space in your mind and heart. Then you're bitter, anxious, and frustrated with life.

Have you also noticed that the happiest people... the ones filled with the most joy are the ones who find joy in the small things? They are the ones that get high, so to speak, off things like a smile from a stranger, a good joke, the sun shining on a particular day. They count those things and even when they are few and far between, they allow them to fuel a life full of joy and excitement.

I would dare say that maybe we are far to quick to count the small things that get us in a frenzy and forget to count the things that bring us joy. Or maybe, this was just my daily conviction and I'm the only one who suffers from this syndrome. Some days I wait for the big things... the things that will "change my life forever" to bring me happiness for the day or make up for the accounted bad moments. I don't count the beautiful sunrise I see every morning. The hugs I get from the kiddos. The moment that the Lord humbled my heart and said, "Dear Child, listen right now... do you hear that? It's my heartbeat for you."

I want the small things to bring me joy. I already have the JOY... the Joy that came to give me hope and a future. But I don't want the other small things to steal it away.

Numero Uno.

Something tells me this should probably be a good post. You know, something meaningful and deep.

Ehh.... I'll do that later... maybe even explain the story to this blog or something. We shall see... Later is a relative term. I think it's one of those English words with a changed meaning. It's supposed to mean in a little while, in a few days... It has also taken up the meaning of "I'll probably forget and it will fall to the bottom of my to-do list." Such is life, my friends.

Anyways... The point of this post...

CHRISTMAS! Hallelujah. Family, food, sleep, giggles, my cousins (I can't wait to kiss their faces off!), and who knows what else... hopefully shopping. :) But most importantly, the reminder that we are loved beyond our wildest imagination...

He was born for us. Hope. Faith. Love.

I'll tell you. I'm beyond thankful this Christmas. I watch donors pour their finances, time, love, laughter, and prayers into others. I'm moved. I'm reminded that gifts aren't to spend money... They're to give a message of adoration and sacrifice. I wish this feeling would last all year. The world might be a better place.

Unto us a child is born... Hope and love were given on this day. Amen.