People celebrate big events in life; the acquisition of a new car or a new home, a pay raise, a vacation. But it’s the small things in life that count.
Feeling your nose starting to run and reaching into your pocket—and yes! You have a tissue.
Taking a photo of something unique or important that you will never see again—and the picture turns out.
Dropping a lid on the floor and it lands the right way up.
Getting an unexpected extra hour of sleep in the morning and not being late for anything.
Having a flurry of soap bubbles rush up from the sink when you wash dishes.
Finding the keys in the first coat pocket you search.
Discovering a beautiful flower blooming in a rock wall and knowing that—with God’s help—you can overcome your problems.
New homes age, new vehicles get dents, pay raises are spent, vacations end. But I always smile when the lid lands the right way on the floor, or when brightly colored soap bubbles burst into the air when I’m washing dishes.
Little things. It’s the little things in life that count.