The
assaulting sound of a blaring alarm broke through the quiet. She awoke with a
jerk but remained still. She looked around at the comforts surrounding her.
Ruffled curtains that matched the bedspread, a warm robe to softly wrap herself
up in, and the perfume in the air of fresh coffee as her automatic maker was
set to begin brewing just minutes before the alarm sounded.
The kids were already awake, settled in front
of the television. "Turn it down! And move back, you're way too close to
the TV. You're going to ruin your eyes, ya know!"
She stopped at the large window at the
breakfast nook and gazed out at the artistry of spring. Bright yellow daffodils
lined the drive, the grass was a brilliant green, and the sound of birds
announcing God's glory seemed to take up every inch of sunshine.
Gazing at her home -- her perfect,
southern-living home-- filled her mind with countless reasons to say thank you.
God had been so good. Having been loved as a little girl should be loved carved
a trail in her heart. She knew how to love. Looking over her shoulder at the
kids intently watching cartoons, she felt rich, so very rich.
Today would be filled with video games and
hair bows, dandelion chains and driveway basketball. The sound of little hands
touching black and white keys will fill the house with the elementary sounds of
workbook three.
She reached for her favorite coffee cup,
delicately adorned by pansies and miniature roses. The sight of her hand
startled her. She placed the cup near the coffee pot and touched her wedding
band. She closed her eyes and turned the band around and around.
Oh give thanks to the Lord, for He is good, for His steadfast love endures forever! Psalm 107:1
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