Jesus and the Little Things

I feel off. I feel like I'm a few steps left of where I should be, where I want to be. Something hasn't been sitting right in my soul lately, and I just feel off. I don't know the root of it, and I don't know the cure for it. What I know is that life looks like this more than I would really like to admit. What I know is that I feel this weight and this cloud hanging over my head more than I would care to express to you. But here I am. Feeling off and trying to find the way through it.

There isn't a quick fix for days like this. There isn't a button to push to make moods like these vanish and the sunshine and joy return again. 

But there is Jesus, and there are little things. "Jesus and the little things" was what I used to say with an old boyfriend-- that was what we had to hold on to, that was what we chose to focus on.

Jesus and the little things.

Rolling the windows down when the temperature finally hits 70 and letting the wind whip your hair into a tangled mess. Sipping slowly on that morning cup of coffee as the steam hits your nose. Writing entire passages of Scripture into your journal because the words are ones you want to remember forever. Waking up before your alarm clock and feeling more rested than you've felt in weeks. The smell of sweet eucalyptus rising as the hot shower's steam seems to wake up the dried branches. Reading a novel in an evening, cover to cover, not wanting it to end. Sending snail mail to friends all over the country just to be one happy thing in a stack of junk and bills.

Jesus and the little things.

Steadfast love surrounds the one who trusts in the Lord. (Psalm 32:10) // If we are faithless, he remains faithful, for he cannot disown himself. (2 Timothy 2:13) // Restore us to yourself, O LORD, that we may be restored! (Lamentations 5:21) 

I may feel off, and life may feel heavy, and the sun may seem masked behind clouds that never clear, but the Lord is faithful and His love endures. There is joy to be had, joy to be chosen. There is a list thirty bullets long of things to be grateful for in this day alone. There is Jesus and there are little things. I'm clinging to those.

Real LifeRachel Dawson