This morning while I was scrubbing dirt off dishes in the kitchen sink, a fly landed on the window ahead. A glimpse of the changing seasons, right there on my window—the first fly I’ve seen since the cold winter months.
Normally I wouldn’t be the least bit excited to see a fly. Actually, I usually cringe when one invites itself into my home and buzzes around at lightening speed.
But today— I simply paused.
And believe or not, I was grateful for that tiny black fly. It was a symbol that warmer weather is in the air—a buzzing reminder that Spring is coming.
I also thought about the familiar verse:
Look at the birds, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, careless in the care of God. And you count far more to him than birds. -Matthew 6:26 (MSG)
Creation belongs to the Creator and if the Creator tends to the needs of the animals, the trees, the oceans, and the tiny bugs—then think of how much more He cares for us, His beloved sons and daughters.
So I grabbed my lime green journal sitting on the oak mantle by the sink and I wrote:
38. A fly on the kitchen window.
One more “gift” to add to my gratitude journal inspired by Ann Voskamp’s, One Thousand Gifts—a book about living fully right where you are at by learning to embrace Eucharisteo— thankfulness.
In our hurried culture, we’ve lost sight of the beauty of stopping to smell the roses. I know, maybe that term sounds silly or insignificant; it’s not though.
There is nothing insignificant about stopping to breathe in God—to be grateful for the seemingly mundane things that actually aren’t mundane at all.
We don’t have to wait for joy to come to us. And joy doesn’t depend on everything going right. It’s like the plaque hanging on my living room wall which reads:
Everyday is a Gift.
Often those words flow more freely when the sun is blazing bright and they sting during the storms—but as I’m discovering, there is always something to be thankful for. Always. And as we press into that, we press into the mystery and wonder of God’s Grace and Love.
Grace and Love that doesn’t depend on circumstances. It just always is — because He always is and He never changes.
It’s enjoying the aroma of cookies baking in the oven, noticing the monarch butterfly perched on the purple flower, relishing the giggles of children playing in the background, admiring the puffy clouds in the blue sky, and delighting in warm hugs from loved ones. When we savor these moments, we savor God.
A while later my son called to me…
“Come! Something’s in our house.”
His little hand shaped just like his Daddy’s grabbed my hand and led me to a spot on the tile floor by the backyard door. We bent down low, and a tiny eight-legged creature was tucked up against the door—probably afraid. My son ran to grab a tissue.
I admit—I’m usually a spider squisher. But not this time. We caught the squirming spider, opened the back door…
and set it free.
Another little reminder of life and the promise of Spring ahead. So I grabbed my journal and you can probably guess what I wrote next.