It’s a Beautiful Morning

Oh, I was up at different times in the night. Wanna see something funny? Camp out on an old man’s sofa. An old man who just got put on Lasix. Remain awake and count how many times he rushes out of bed to take a leak. Hilarious!

But sunrise was peaceful and beautiful. It promised heat, but who expects otherwise? I’m accustomed to environments more hostile than anything Maryland throws at me.

But it’s still mighty lovely out there.

I felt good enough to go shopping. I got some frozen buttermilk pancakes and real maple syrup. I bought too much heavy stuff with it. I couldn’t reach into my pocket for my keys, so I tried to set the bags down. One fell. Yup. Maple syrup everywhere. Spent 20 minutes cleaning up.

There was a time when this would really have upset me. It’d ruin my whole day. Not any longer.

See, that’s a little thing. You gotta remember, you don’t sweat the small stuff. Ever.

Doing so takes away your focus and your energy. It’s not worth it. If I’m ironing a shirt and I scorch it, I can always use cleaning rags.

Little things can’t be allowed to trouble you. You have enough to deal with. I praise God for each day I live to see another beautiful morning. It’s a blessing.