I sensed expectancy as I was oiling a bagel. Something or Someone was near me–a presence. I rested in the thought that, indeed, life–real joy-filled life is living with this wonder of a new morning. An invitation was being given me to enter into His presence . . .
Years ago I had taped this quote on my desk–“old age begins the moment one quits expecting something wonderful around the next corner. For some, this happens very early; for others, it never happens.”
Very few, if any of us, live a life full of grand, glad moments. We need to practice expecting and seeing what the French call le petit bonheur-the little happiness. We can do this by accepting every day with its “little happiness” as an unrepeatable miracle.
The ground here in Tennessee begs for rain. There is no promise of soon coming showers for the brittle parched grass. But, oh, the cool breezes of this morning presented me with le petit bonheur! I relished the moment of quiet happiness as I watched the bright colors of finches and cardinals at the feeders. ‘This is the day the Lord has made . . .” Psalm 118: 24
I will cherish each minute.
Barbara, I loved learning the French phrase “le petit bonheur”-the little happiness. I usually find a snippet of happiness every day, but showing and sharing it is just as needful at our house right now. I will enjoy following your blog. May God bless you as you write. Kay
Thank you, Kay. –and blessings of peace and joy to you and your family in the “now” moments. I trust Paul is doing well. This morning we walked in beautiful sunshine but clouds were just as near— another promise of storms this afternoon! WOW . . .
You are a poet ……keep on writing