It's in the little things...

Somedays i need to remind myself that the little joys are enough. i can stop looking for the big event to entertain, make the worry stop, make the kids stop whining or whatever. I can stop and be thankful for the little joys, and that can be enough. If i let it.

it began by reading One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp

it began before that by reading the Word and hearing people as messed up as i am praising God anyway....even though...

Each day the little joys surface like bubbles in the air....i can grab it..enjoy it..remember it before it pops....there are a million bubbles throughout the day. It can make the day beautiful if i will stop and look.

Two days ago we met my parents, niece, and nephew in Chattanooga and they treated us to the aquarium.

I saw the little joys in every creature God made...and the little joys in my boys eyes. Esp. Amos'!

There was joy in leaving town...the open road...starbucks coffee in hand.

Yesterday it continued with Shane; my big male ( African) Zumba instructor. There he was, looking like an NFL football player, "droppin it like its hot" in front of "all the single ladies...all the single ladies". Oh my gosh...he could MOVE...he could really dance. I laughed the whole hour

Today is Ash Weds. The beginning of lent. I will do 40 days of water...giving the money i save on drinks/coffee/ tea etc...to Bloodwater missions to help them build clean water wells. You can too if you want...visit www.bloodwatermission.com. I am NOT EXCITED about how hard it will be. Drinks are my little rewards throughout everyday....
"i deserve this coffee"..."mama gets a treat too" etc. etc. .....SO this will be very hard. But there is joy in remembering people who dont have clean water, remembering Jesus during lent....

there can be joy in refraining. UG!!!!!!

Last night a friend came over....

Today the little joys have been harder to find. It's a dreary day. I feel like the weather. The boys have fought alot. I have been referee. But, it was nice ( even at 6 am) to wake to little feet in my face. Bennett, unknown to me, had climbed into our bed last night and kicked me in the face this morning. It was dark at 6 am....Kevin is out of town...the thunder grumbled outside and lightning lit up the room. Bennett was still asleep ( sideways of course) and i could hear a small voice in the next room repeating...."mama...i scary......i scary". I knew Amos was scared of the storm....i felt needed.

For now, there is a small joy in blogging my thoughts out.....while Bennett runs around in his wolverine underwear making crashing sounds with his cars....

Its the little things....