It is easy to forget the simple things that bring happiness when I’m busy chasing bigger things that promise joy.
But a shady spot on cool lush grass helps me remember.
Or, reminders come while watching my daughter ponder the impossible–like fairy tea parties in secret gardens–while caught up in the magic of an impossibly grand home.
Happiness streaks down hills, too–with grass stains to prove it.
Then it collapses at the bottom, plucking blades of grass.
And Mommy practically jumped out of a moving car for a close up of a field with fleece as white as snow. When a mama and her lamb bleated across the field to find each other among the masses and then ran to meet upon recognition–heart melted.
But you know what would have made my husband even happier that day? If the electric fence had actually been on when I accidentally touched it, he would have been full of joy. Of course, I touched it after I had repeatedly warned the children to be careful.
Recently we were up early one chilly morning making a road trip. The kids ate their breakfast of peanut butter sandwiches in the car. As my son leaned toward the heater and munched on his PB & J, he said, “Ahhh, this is the life.”
And one other experience that got me thinking: my daughter looked at herself in the mirror and said, “I’m so glad God gave me the face that I would love!”
When was the last time I looked in the mirror and didn’t automatically start critiquing every flaw? Or, when did I last rejoice in the deliciousness of a creamy sweet PB & J?
“Faith like a child” comes to mind but altered to “joy like a child.” I want to experience more of the happiness that forgets failures, reputation, broken relationships–things that hinder the discovery of happiness in the simple things.
Next time, you better believe, I’m wearing shoes in which I can burn a trail down those hills.