Once in college, I was shopping in the Walmart bakery (Don't judge!) and walked away from my cart for a second. Turning back around, I discovered to my dismay that someone had taken my cart.
Later that day, a Walmart associate found my cart -- complete with purse, keys, and money -- safe and sound in the yarn aisle. Some dear knitter had apparently wandered off with it, not realizing she was a purse snatcher. Poor thing! I've often wondered what she looked like. Thoughts?
I'm happy to report that prayer, grace, and a good night's sleep restored everything to normal. But do you know what that experience did? Yes, it made me happy to have already scheduled an eye appointment. More importantly, though. . .
That experience made me appreciate the things I see.
Take this, for instance:
The truth is, friend, that my floor is smudged for a good reason. Look at those tiny feet!
What a gift to see it clearly: the bare heels, the crinoline dress, the sunlight-stained floors.
To see my Princess' spunk, cheeks red from a springtime cold. . .
To live here in this place, right now, making memories and lifetimes out of moments and days --
That's a gift, and I need to say again to the God who graces me unconditionally, undeservedly:
Thank You every day.
Finding lots of good reasons not to mop,
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