The Little Things
Meg
It wasn’t long after my husband left that I began to miss the little things. Tripping over his boots in the morning, extra dishes and laundry, an extra person generally making the house more dirty and life more interesting.
I missed being annoyed about this things. I missed how ordinary life feels when it’s full and messy.
And then, he came home, and started making a general, cluttered mess once again. My brain started to get annoyed, but then my heart started to kick in.
Shouldn’t life be slightly messy? Does it really matter if there’s a mound of dirty laundry in the bathroom, various uniform accoutrements on the stairs, and a random hat full of coins by the phone charger?
My perfectionist nature says that these things are out of place, that those around me are inconsiderate if they don’t live up to my standards.
But that’s not necessarily true.
My loved ones surely do try, or our house would be much worse off.
As it is, our life is slightly cluttered.
It’s living.
It’s breathing.
It’s laughter.
It’s time spent in sunshine rather than over a mop and broom.
And that’s a pretty great life.
As for the little annoying things, I’ll brush them off and keep working hard at being thankful today and everyday.
What little things get on your nerves day-in and day-out? How could you turn those things into reasons to be thankful?
“Give thanks in everything, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus” (1 Thessalonians 5:18, HCSB).