So often for me, and I’d guess for you too, life is complex and busy and overwhelming.
But are there ever times when you get overwhelmed by the simplicity of life?
The pleasure that you get from the little things…
stuff like eating dinner with your family,
or warming in the bright morning sun while Lydia cuddles with me in my favorite chair,
or hearing “Mah-meee”, the only word in Asa’s vocabulary, over and over and over again,
or Carter rambling on and on about nocturnal animals and what it takes to make the moon shine.

Too often I get caught up in the rush of the day and find myself drained well before bedtime.
But there’s something that always refreshes my soul and my attitude:  childhood prayers.

“Dear God, thank you for the forks we have, and the chairs at our table, and our table, aaaaaaaaand the toys we have and the grass we have to play in and the not grass part where we can drive the car.  And thank you for the food and family and friends aaaaaaaaandddd all the everythings.  Aa-mayn.”

Her simplicity inspires me.

“Dear God, thank you for little girls with curls and boys with big smiles and perfect eyelashes.  Thank you for a wonderful husband who loves me and cares for me and about me.  Thank you for family who goes out of their way to help, just because that’s what family does.  Thank you for friends who let you pick up where you left off.  Thank you for laughter and giggles and hugs and even tears.  Thank you.  Thank you for the everythings.  Amen.”