There has been little time where I'm not holding a certain, sweet baby lately and therefore, haven't been able to keep up with my blog as much as I'd like. I have, however, continued to count my gifts and am continually amazed at the goodness that surrounds when I look for it.
I was talking with someone the other day and when I asked him how he was doing he replied, "Same crap, different day, isn't that the way it is?" There are days when I do feel like it's Groundhog Day. I wake up and the Snoopy and the Red Baron song is filling up my house; I know it is another day. I make the coffee, change diapers (yes, we haven't quite gotten Dynamite potty-trained yet), take out the trash, etc. Same crap, different day. And yet, I know that each day comes with opportunity for renewal and growth. For learning new things. For becoming more whole. For finding more wonder...
Sleeping children~My neighbor getting milk from the store for me~A husband who listens~The kindness in others~Chubby cheeks~Clean, white sheets~3-year old belly laughs~Train ride through the Village~A day that feels like fall~Remembering sorrow and thanking God for healing~Hot steam rolling off my coffee in the early morning~The sound of crickets outside my window~Piles of laundry~A sink of dishes~A list a mile long~Lemonade stands...
I totally understand. And with Jeff in between jobs it feels like the only different day is Saturday because that's the day we go to church.
ReplyDeleteBut I do try to change things up. Sometimes the routine feels numbing. But God has really been working on my heart to make me more grateful.
Your children will count their blessings one day in a blog and it will read: Parent's who love me unconditionally, siblings that are my best friends, great memories of my mom baking something wonderful, pushing me on the swing, sipping her familiar coffee, raking leaves with us, and all of us sitting on the front steps drinking lemonaid and listening to the sound of crickets.
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