“Now you’ve got my feet on the life path, all radiant from the shining of your face.
Ever since you took my hand, I’m on the right way.” Psalm 16:11 (The Message)
Last time we were together I spoke about finding joy in the big things in life – family, work, etc. However, what has been even harder for me is remembering the joy in the little things. Depression has a way of doing that. I had turned off my feelings for so long, I had forgotten how joy in the littles felt. God has been inviting me to live a life of joy and as a result, I am finding joy in the everyday littles as well. Here are some of my littles. Are they similar or very different from yours?
Looking, really looking at the sunrise. Each morning the colors and patterns are different. Realizing there are certain patterns and color schemes I enjoy more than others and being thankful for the variety and the chance to choose what I like best.
The moment to simply sit and read a book. Just because I want to and because I can.
To sit and really watch TV with my family. Instead of multitasking, taking time to listen to their laughter, conversation, the feel of my husband next to me and a little on my lap. To just be present.
Running errands with whoever wants to come along. Stopping to check out the new gas station and buying fun drinks, something to make the errands more fun. Because we can, not because we have to.
Praying with my prayer partner. Sharing our life together – joys, sorrows, pain, blessings. Knowing we are joined together in Abba’s family.
Feeling the wind in my hair and the sun on my face.
The smell of rain.
The sound of birds and listening long enough to hear the different species.
The taste of my favorite donut, savoring each bite.
The smell and taste of my favorite flavor of coffee while I wrap my hands around my favorite cup for that day.
The way I feel after moving my body to work out.
Sitting and petting our dog. Seeing the way he turns himself inside out to find the most comfortable spot and then completely relaxing because he knows he’s safe and loved.
Sitting quietly and listening for God to speak something intimate that He wants to communicate with only me.
© Cheri Swalwell 2017