It’s the little things that mean the most, sometimes. The joy – for me, is in the hike in the forest, when the only sounds around me are the birds, or the wind through the pines, or in the view from my kitchen window.
In no particular order, here’s where I’m clinging to the little things & the way they bring me joy & delight . . .
1. Fresh daffodils in my favorite vase.
2. The view from my kitchen window.
3. The hope that God’s plan, which I can’t fully see yet, is far better than my own.
4. Memories of our chats (and maybe even arguments) are priceless to me now. Your defense of me, support, our conversations, and your eyes (maybe also your cologne) – are the best thing in the absolute mess of the last few years. I miss the joy I felt being around you. I truly miss you, my friend.
5. My quiet home.
6. Being heard.
8. New to me songs…
Honestly, it’s the sweet moments, in my quiet house, with these little “things” – that have helped me feel like I’ve finally returned to myself.
So what are some of your favorite “little” things?