Some days my sentimental heart beats with extra energy. I suppose that’s the beauty of being made a woman; we were created to be capable and strong and yet given the great privilege and need to be soft and gentle. I can roll with the day-to-day business and punches of life but eventually I need something else. I need simple things like:
Toast with homemade strawberry jam (given by a sweet friend)
A toddler who find great delight in playing with bark and rocks
Cups of hot black coffee
Eating Mexican with a mom who loves to speak Spanish to the waiter
Spending one-on-one time with mom. Period.
Little people who love soaking their feet in a bucket of cool water on a hot April day
A clean bedroom
Waking up early for Bible reading
Reading Little Women and laughing at Jo and Amy’s quarrels, Meg’s wifely faults, and sighing at Beth’s sweet modesty
Finding contentment in the power and goodness of God
Visiting Button Willow Chronicles
A brother who delights not only in throwing dirty Q-tips (at innocent sisters) but in bringing Tylenol and water when those said sisters have a fever
Delighting in the virtues of an April springtime day
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And finding my heart peacefully wanting His dreams and desires
And shall I pray thee change thy will, Father,
Until it be according unto mine?
But no, Lord, no, that never shall be,
Rather I pray thee blend my human will with thine.
I pray thee hush the hurrying, eager longing,
I pray thee soothe the pangs of keen desire,
See in my quiet places wishes thronging,
Forbid them, Lord, purge, though it be with fire.
And work in me to will and do thy pleasure,
Let all within me, peaceful, reconciled,
Tarry content my Wellbeloved’s leisure,
At last, at last, even as a weaned child.
– These Strange Ashes, by Elisabeth Elliot
These are a few of my favorite things; these impersonal objects, routine happenings and average delights lend a hand to calming frazzled days.