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.

James 1:17
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.