Do you ever get excited about little things, or just the big ones? Today after running a couple errands I came home to get ready for a ride. I didn’t realize at the time that I was hurrying to do it. My husband asked me why I was rushing and I probably never would have even realized it if he hadn’t mentioned it. I was simply excited because the sun was shining, there was nothing pressing I needed to do, and it was a pretty day to ride. Granted it was only 48° out, but that didn’t matter. I got my warm layers on as well as my full face helmet and was ready to ride.
Once riding I got into the usual relaxed stress free zone. I got thinking about the little things that matter. I thought how happy children are with boxes and paper at Christmas more than the actual toys so often. This will be our granddaughter’ s first Christmas and I’m excited to see her reactions to so many things; Christmas lights, the nativity, the tree, presents, and all those “firsts”.
I thought about some of the people I work with who get excited about a diet coke or a golf cart ride. I thought about how so many people who are labeled as “disabled” are really more “able” than those who are “normal”. We disable ourselves with our own expectations from others and ourselves. I know many who are considered disabled that are happy and smiling almost all of the time. They enjoy the simple things that most of us just take for granted.
We should be more like them and like little children; carefree and happy. My granddaughter smiles when you talk to her and play with her. She smiles as soon as she sees her daddy enter the room. Honestly this past week I’ve felt in some ways just like that. My hubby’s shift has changed and I now get to see him and get a hug and kiss before I go to work, what a great way to start the day. He’s there when I get home from work, and then at the end of my day, I get another hug and kiss as he heads off to work. I don’t particularly like the shift he’s working, but I do like the time I now get to see him each day. Instead of dwelling on the bad, I’m choosing to cherish the good. It’s the simple things that can be the big things.
I think of all the time I’ve wasted in the past wishing for this or that. I don’t want to waste any more time on “what if”. I realize now more than ever that life’s short and you never know what tomorrow will bring. I am going to try to cherish each new day for whatever it has to offer and not think about what might have been or what could be tomorrow. I don’t want to miss the little things while looking for bigger things that may never come.
I’ve unfortunately spent quite a bit of time lately in hospitals but it makes me appreciate things more. When you see what others are going through, you realize you could have it so much worse. It also makes me thankful for family and friends and a Savior who has been with me every step of the way, whether I deserve it or not, whether I make good decisions or bad.
As Thanksgiving approaches I am very thankful and excited.
1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.
Ramblings of a Christian Grandma Biker 