The Simple Things

Sometimes when things don't go as you expect or want them to, it pays to step back and take stock of the good things in your life, especially the simple things that bring so much joy. Behind My Red Door, one of my favorite blogs, posted about the simple things recently and it made me wonder just what simple things I'm grateful for. I'll share a few.


I'm grateful for old comfortable clothes. You know the kind, the ones that the elastic is stretched all the way out on so they aren't tight anywhere? The ones that are big and sloppy and lived in are my favorites. The ones you put on when you know you aren't going anywhere and no one is going to drop by - the rainy day clothes - those are my choices when I just want to be me.


I'm grateful for a room of my own. When I was a child I shared with my sister. While she is now by very best friend and the other half of my personality, it has not always been so. I remember putting our wardrobes (we didn't have closets) and chests side by side down the middle of the room - drawing a line in the sand if you will. Her room was on one side and mine on the other. She saw the back side of my wardrobe and chest and I saw the back side of hers. We thought we were quite smart. Mother didn't agree.


I'm grateful for the home I live in. Oh I get so frustrated sometimes with this and that....there's a lump under the carpet right outside my bathroom door (do you think it might be a dead mouse that somehow snuck under there and got stepped on when they put the carpet down? I think about weird things like that), my stuff overfloweth my closets because there are way too few of them (or do I have too much stuff?), my washer and dryer are in the kitchen and I hate that (but at least I have them!), there isn't nearly enough light in my sewing room (and the ones that I have put off so much heat that it rivals my hot flashes). I'm sure you could make your own list but, truly, I love my home. It's warm and welcoming and has a terrific view. There are so many who have no home and I know this one is blessed.

I'm grateful for grandchildren who want to call Grandma to tell her that they lost a tooth, or that they made a 4 on an AP exam, or that they have a basketball game Friday, or that they are running away to my house for a little while. I'm grateful for grandchildren who can fix my computer when it does something (deliberate I'm sure) to stop me in my tracks, who have the most gorgeous hair that curls and curls and curls, who have passed their driving exam, who have red streaks put in their blonde hair, who love to skate across my parquet floor on their shoes with wheels despite the many times their mother tells them not to, who love to dress up and put on a show for me, who sleeps all over the bed and back again, and who is yet to be born.


But I think most of all I'm grateful that I live in a country where I can have all the Bibles I want. Maybe this is not such a simple thing but it should be.

What are you grateful for?