God is currently teaching me a heart and mind of gratitude. It's not a "list all the things you're thankful for today" kind of gratitude, but a practiced, disciplined eye for everyday blessings in the very small things. It's a habit I'm learning to see something as gift from a merciful and perfect God...not just another duty to perform or task to complete.
On days like today when I'm constantly de-snotting noses and wiping away dramatic tears about having goldfish and raisins instead of animal crackers for a snack, I'm grateful for the toddler hands that fisted out cheerios to turn the cereal bowl upside down and drink the milk with big-girl pride. And, I'm grateful for the hand (and face) prints on the glass windows that need to be cleaned (and cleaned again already). I'm grateful for the "I'm so glad you gave me these scissors to practice cutting" during "a great day of school" today.
And most of all, I'm grateful today for the 18-month-old (okay, 19-month-old) sweet voice singing along to her lullaby sleep cd. "How Great Is Our God" sounds beautiful in 4-part harmony with an acoustic guitar, but I dare say it isn't as beautiful as Evie singing it tonight. In spite of the frog-voice (thanks to a cold), hearing a little voice sing about the greatness of our huge God is so humbling and powerful to me. It brought back the equally sweet memories of hearing Jackson sing the same song when he was about Evie's age.
It reminds me of the great responsibility we have as stewards of God's most precious gifts. And, the memory and spirit of that small moment is a huge gift to this Mama.
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