As I sit here on Saturday morning watching the sunrise in a
quiet house on our “ranch” with my two boys still sleeping, I can’t help but
count my blessings. This spring my life
is drastically different than past years. Are there particular moments that make you
stop to count your blessings? Once you
start doing so, do you find that they keep building up on top of each other
like a positive train rolling down the tracks?
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| The aftermath from the fire at our neighbor's. |
For me it started a few weeks ago, we had a real scare when
there was a large grass fire that started at our neighbor’s house. Something as simple as getting out enjoying
the nice weather and working in the yard turned into a disaster quickly. Starting that day, lots of prayers were said
thanking God for the south wind that helped keep the fire from spreading to our
property, the firemen who helped get it controlled, and the smart thinking that
limited to the only real damage to a garage. The destruction of the garage was
devastating, yes, but all of the homes and, more importantly, individuals were left
unharmed.
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| Spring has sprung, the flowers are beginning to pop up. Dexter is checking out the state of our grass. |
The very next weekend with warm weather, our family got out
to do some work in our own yard. It was
then I realized this is the first time I have been able to do spring yard work
on the first weekend of spring. In
previous years the house, yard, and everything else except for work was put on
hold until after April 15th passed.
Prior to this year, I missed those beautiful spring sunrises because I
was already at the office putting in long hours to get all the tax returns
finished long before sunrise. After fighting the signs that God had been
throwing my way for quite some time, I finally listened. With the support of my husband, I decided it
was time to leave the life of a public accountant and get a job that was less
stressful allowing me more time with my family.
Each day brings new adventures for our family. We went from just Bo and I to Bo, Dexter and
I, and this Mama couldn’t be happier. It
is hard to put into words the joy and blessing that little boy is to us. He is learning or experiencing something new
every day. While I won’t hold it against
him he decided to say “Dada” first and rubbed it in all last weekend by
repeating it over and over, I am glad that he added “Mama” this weekend. It is easy to get wrapped up in a fast paced
life, but those moments that you step back and listen to the baby giggles,
watch them working to figure out how to reach for a toy, snuggle up and watch
them sleep help you to remember how blessed you really are.
Today I encourage you to stop to Count your Blessings!
