This morning started out like so many others to the sound of my husband's alarm going off in the wee, dark hours of the morning. My body complained that it was too early to get up yet, but I coxed myself out of bed with a prayer for eyes to see joy on my lips. To see joy in the fact that I am married to my best friend, joy that he is alive and well, joy for the provision of his job and hard work ethic, joy in sharing in this journey, and joy in loving him by getting up with him to start his day...no matter how weary I am.
For years I prayed for God's provision of a godly husband. For years I waited and ached and nearly despaired. Then, when I least expected it, He brought George into my life. On early mornings it would be easy to forget the blessing that he is. It would be easy to loose sight of the joy in being his wife. That is why I pray so often for eyes to see the small joys in life, like chocolate in my bowl of oatmeal.
What is so joyous about chocolate in my bowl of oatmeal? The simple fact that seeing the dark delicious swirls there is a rare treat, a reminder of my childhood, a sign of God's provision for not just needs, but wants as well.
Everyday we are faced with opportunities where we can choose to see things as burdens or as blessings, or where we can choose to be so busy that we just do not see at all. Today instead of just surviving, will you join me in stopping to praise God for the small joys in life? For the chocolate in your oatmeal?
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