I am reminding myself today to soak in the fine things, the sweet things. Like taking strength from the bearhug of a grown-up son. Or drinking in the silly smiles of a granddaughter as she kisses my unshaven cheek again and again.
I can ignore these moments like a reflexive breath or I can savor them like the taste of honey. When I set aside the distraction of “achieving” and let down my guard, I hear God reminding me that HE has given me every one of these sweet things.
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.