Today it is cold here in Texas. Instead of fretting (otherwise known as b****ing) about it, I listened to . . .
the crunch of footsteps on frozen grass . . .
frozen leaves shivering in the cold wind . . .
steam going through the boiler at work . . .
I'm trying to look at things through the eyes of a child, filled with wonder and delight at all of God's creations.
I'm often reminded of the time when I was keeping Mia when she was younger and it was a gray, dreary day. I said it was going to be a yucky day. Mia looked up at me with those innocent big brown eyes and said, "No, Gran Nan it's a pretty day. Every day is a good day!"
Help me Lord to be more grateful for all Your creations, whether they be gray & cold or bright & sunny, but especially for grandkids who make everything seem better.
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