Little Good Things
July 16, 2012
Lately I have not felt like a good mommy. Or a good wife. Or a very good Christian. I am burned out and worn out and ready to
give up. And then, a “little good thing”
happens. And I count my blessings and
try to remember that how I feel is just being selfish. Like tonight after supper. The girls helped clear the table and went
outside for one last play before supper.
And Mommy was feeling worn out, so she put the supper dishes and ‘one
last load of laundry’ aside for a few minutes, and followed. I sat on the edge of the pond with my feet
propped on the other side, and just watched and listened for a little
while. The miracle of life occurred
again last week, and all the fish eggs that were stuck to the filter are now
little black and brown minnows scooting around.
Our one lonely fat goldfish darted here and there. The girls squabbled over who was a princess,
knight, or other royal character as big sister helped everyone find brooms for
horses and spent daylily branches for swords.
“Help me braid a crown out of this clover, Sis”, the middle sister
called. Then, I saw him, hiding among
the vines I had thrown into the pond to keep them alive after pulling them out
when I was weeding 2 weeks ago. A big
fat bright green frog with bulgy eyes and a black stripe down his back. “Girls, come look! See him? “
He’s camouflaged so well by a Wise Creator. “Catch him, Mommy” So Mommy
reaches for him, only to have him jump back under the water. The day has really been full of “little good
things” when I stop to think about it and be thankful. Big Sister found some ripe blackberries down
by the willow. “These are sweeter than
the raspberries a few weeks ago, Mom.”
The gorgeous bouquet of wild mint, and Queen Anne’s Lace, and other
assorted weeds that adorned the meal table.
The supper of meatballs made from home grown beef, accompanied by homegrown
squash and herbs and tomatoes. The
snuggly Little Sister and Toddler brother who push their way into Momma’s arms
when she’s too busy for hugs and kisses, reminding her of what is truly
important. The Psalm that started the
day, reassuring Momma of God’s love and care, “because He knows we are but
dust” (103).
