Today was a hard day.
And so, in effect, I started writing a blog post that reflected that. Pretty much the post turned into a full-blown list of all of the things going on right now that make life so downright hard. My dad, who has been battling stage-four cancer, is back in the hospital and feeling worse than ever. My husband, who is always my morning sunshine, is now in nursing school and starts leaving now before I even wake up. And after a grim diagnosis of Endometriosis, the pain decided it will unleash it’s full fury. *Oh yay*. You know–just things like that that really make someone tick.
And then, as I was writing up a storm and fighting back tears as I did so, I felt a little tickle on my toes and looked down to see my new baby bunny licking my big toe–begging to be held. So I took a second to lift him up and nuzzle his cute little sniffer. And just like that–I highlighted that whole block of text and with one click–it was deleted.
I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten all of the Lord’s little mercies that had happened. It hit me like a ton of guilt-ridden bricks. And to add to that–I’m sure you’ve forgotten some of them too. I mean, who hasn’t? It’s called the human race for a reason–we’re all racing against time, against trials, against the odds. And we forget the things that keep us going.
It seems that the extra-ordinary things in life–the things that sustain us–are things often wrapped in very ordinary wrapping. The things that stand out tend to be the things that jolt us–the things that make us wince or make us uncomfortable. But these ordinary–yet extraordinary things–THAT’s what I should write about. So here goes, my friends.
I’m grateful for opportunities.
Today was Matt’s first day of nursing school.
And boy, am I proud. I’m so proud that the thing he’s worked hard at for years now is finally coming to pass and that I happened to marry a guy who puts caring for people first on his to-do list. I’m so glad I deleted the line about being lonely–about hours that will be spent apart now. *Phew* Because the Lord blessed us so much with this one opportunity. The Lord just blessed thousands of people by putting Matt in nursing school. Opportunities–those things just shouldn’t go unnoticed.
I’m grateful for time.
Yes, my dad is in a hospital bed, hooked up to IV’s and staring at some replay of old football highlights as nurses prod him with needles. But I still have my Dad. He still has time.
We can still visit him and joke with him and take pictures and write memories on our hearts. We can still help him wrestle with a horrible disease and we can still treasure every moment of laughing about his “chemo brain”. We can cherish every minute–just like we should with everyone we love, for that matter.
I’m grateful for the little, thoughtful things people do for each other on a daily basis.
The co-worker who gives me a hug and asks about my dad. The new chair they put at my desk that is ACTUALLY soft. The text message from my husband telling me he loves me. The Facebook messages from readers who just want to tell me how I unknowingly helped them through something. The man right in front of me who hands a homeless man a warm jacket and reminds me to do something nice for someone. It’s never a coincidence when people touch your life–even indirectly. It’s merely the touch of the master’s hand.
I’m grateful for laughter.
The Lord blesses us with a million little things that make us smile throughout the day–and a thousand things that make us laugh. It’s no coincidence that he instilled in us a sense of light-heartedness for a reason.
Sometimes we’re too goofy for our own good. But then I realize that the Lord constructed it that way because joy is one of the only reasons we’re even here.
I’m grateful for children.
And no–I didn’t put pictures of my bunnies here by mistake. *Okay, you can laugh*
But seriously. They really are Heaven sent.
It’s easy to feel down because I can’t get pregnant right now–or I should say, because it’s going to be hard to. But just yesterday my sister-in-law let us know one of her friends was giving away their bunny. And we couldn’t say no. So we added another little guy to our usual family of three– and as weird as it may sound, it helps my mama instincts. I know the Lord loves me each time they lick my tears or vie for attention. Families come in all shapes and sizes after all–mine just happen to have fur coats 😉
On top of that there are my primary kids.
They don’t realize how much they impact me. Their smiles and giggles, their handmade gifts that they hand to me before sacrament, their eager answers and soft testimonies of Jesus–they are little mercies reminding me I can make a difference in a child’s life even while I’m childless.
I’m grateful for the fact that the God of everything is on my side.
My husband said that today in a text and I can’t really shake it from my mind. “Don’t worry”, he said, “The God of everything is on your side”. And it’s true. How could I forget?
Why would a God who scattered the stars and formed the mountains and splattered the galaxies with vibrant twists of immaculate colors care about me? Why would he care that one child hands me a handmade card that brightens my Sunday or care that I get one out of his millions of rabbits to fill my temporarily empty arms? Why would he care that my commute is smooth on a certain day that’s been otherwise rough so that I can get to work on time or that someone compliments my hair on a day where I just feel anything but pretty?
Why? Because he cares. He cares about the details of our lives so much that he fills moment after moment with them–and most of them simply go unnoticed.
Today was a hard day, sure. Maybe you even had one.
But adding together all the little details of things–all the times when the Lord helped us out and extended his loving hand–today, I’d say, was also nothing short of magnificent.