Wednesday, 19 September 2012
Everything happens at the speed of light. Our days are crammed with everything that we have to do and it has to happen now. Our lives are filled with big important things always demanding the highest priority. We blink and years have passed, our children's chubby faces have made place for the serious faces of adulthood, dreams we have had made way for more pressing issues. The sparrows have come and gone and come again and we never even noticed their arrival. Little things, seemingly too insignificant, have passed us by.
It is so sad that we have come to measure our lives only by big events, important dates and major goals, forgetting that the times in between are just as important, they are the links that join the bigger moments, they are the material in between the bold patterns.
We have to start taking note of the little things that surround us, that colour our days, that unfold around us. The silence of early morning, the warmth of the bed where my husband lay just moments before, birds calling the sun to wake up. The way my child's eyelashes curl on her cheeks, traces of her baby face still visible when she sleeps. The smiles I receive from the people next to the road as they walk to work, the sms from a friend to say she thinks of me too. The way the sun falls into the room where I have my first cup of coffee for the day.
Life is filled with wonderful little things that give meaning to our existence. Insignificant when viewed against major events, but when I look at the bigger picture, everything fades into obscurity when compared to the times when my children would cuddle against me as we watched TV, when my husband would look at me and I see his love for me so clearly in his eyes, the laughter and funny moments we share as a family, the way my sister's laughter tinkles like bells in my ears, my brother's serious voice when he imparts some advice, the way his eyes crinkles just like my father's did, my mother's comfort, my father's words of wisdom, our long talks and visits around the kitchen table. Christmas gatherings, the gifts are long forgotten, but the memories of the times spent together lingers long after.
These little things are all the major events of my life, the moments that truly matter. Without them we would be so much poorer. Life would indeed just be a senseless blurr, a useless chasing after wind. Thank God today for every little thing in your live and rejoice!
If you flutter by here please tell me what little things you treasure in your life. To comment click on the words "no comments" or "1 comment " and follow the link. I would love to hear from you.
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Charri, Ek geniet dit elke keer om jou blog te lees.Dit laat my altyd dink aan dit wat mooi is.ReplyDelete
Baie baie dankie, ek is so bly jy geniet dit en dat ek n deeltjie mooi kan bydra tot jou dag!Delete
Charri, this is so sweet which you have written....set me thinking of the voices of the people in our lives. We have the serious ones, the happy, laughter filled voices ,the caring ones,unfortunately also the voices of criticism, but pay them less heed, fill your mind with the voices that give you joy, lifting your spirit! Even in church, singing, when the men and women are singing different verses, it gives me goosebumps when the men fall in with their deep voices, just the way God meant us to be, men and women, so very different. I also have only one voice in my life that calls me 'Mutter' and that is extra special. In conclusion, as you have indicated, let us celebrate the little things in our lives to be grateful for that, which can never be replaced by any of the world's riches or greatest achievements.xxxReplyDelete
Thank you for your post. Yes, unfortunately there will always be those that criticise, but they miss out on the beauty of life. And it is so true NO riches or achievements can ever bring the joy that the little things can.Delete
We can so often miss the most important things that are happening in our lives because we get caught up in stuff. I am appreciate for my 16 year old son who is growing into a loving young man, who is thoughtful and sensitive. Also that despite my mothers dementia she can still shows her love and appreciation to those around her. Have a blessed day, AmandaReplyDelete
So nice of you to drop by! Thank you for your post, I really appreciate it.
How wonderful to hear about a young man that is thoughtful and sensitive, when peer pressure tries to force boys to be the opposite, truly something to cherish.
Blessings to you, and I look forward to you fluttering by here again.