Little Things
It was a lively scene as we sat around the table Saturday evening. A family prayer, laughter, and good food. Good food cooked by Verne. We had lazed around for most of the afternoon, working on a puzzle, and enjoying one another's company. I didn't feel like cooking, and Verne popped up and volunteered.
I've noticed little things lately. Little things that are actually big things, to me.
I sweep the house, and my husband grabs a cookie, dropping crumbs as he goes. I give him "the look", and insist that he get a plate to eat over.
He cleans and sweeps his van, and I bring my crochet along for the ride. I leave snips of yarn by my seat, and he never says a word.
As we ate heartily, and complimented Verne on his cooking, he looked so pleased. We were having such a good time, and we laughed so hard that I had to leave the table. And while I was in the bathroom, recovering from the laughter, the laughter turned to tears. Tears of joy. It was then that I dropped to my knees and thanked the Lord for my family, for providing for us so well, for bringing us together. 
12 comments:
How wonderful that this fun time with your loved ones brought you to a place of such gratitude towards the Lord who gives us so abundantly. Thank you for sharing this piece of your heart.
A lovely post, straight from the heart. Praise the Lord indeed for our dear families. :)
There is nothing more precious than a family living and laughing along life's journey together.
How very sweet. Thanks for sharing.
Do you know, being empty nesters now, we have even more of these kinds of tender moments...oh they are precious and I am so thankful for such SHEER JOY of being loved by someone(s) and how God created us for this, what a gift....such a good post.
Deby
I found myself nodding my head in agreement while reading through your post, Tracy.
Bless you. :o)
Beautiful Tracy!!
This is beautiful ~ thanks for sharing :o)
Blessings to your household!!
A beautiful post Tracy! Thank you for the reminder. I was especially moved by this part:
I sweep the house, and my husband grabs a cookie, dropping crumbs as he goes. I give him "the look", and insist that he get a plate to eat over.
He cleans and sweeps his van, and I bring my crochet along for the ride. I leave snips of yarn by my seat, and he never says a word.
A family that walks together with God is a truly a precious thing. The love, the laughter, the tenderness. I love the phrase Deby used ... sheer joy. Indeed! Lovely post!
Tracy, that is so sweet. What a wonderful post!
**tears** I so often take my HWH for granted. God has truly blessed me with a great family - far better than I ever dreamed it would be!
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