I was just kinda lounging on the couch a couple mornings ago, wrapped up with a warm blanket and a good book (1 Corinthians, to be exact) — when the happy twittering of a robin came wafting in like a breath of fresh air through our open window…
The jolly little bird was singing so heartily, and with so much enthusiasm, that I couldn’t help but set my Bible down and listen.
It wasn’t long before that fat old robin was joined by a couple of meadowlarks in the pasture — and then a rooster pheasant started clucking, up on the sagebrush hillside.
Before I knew it, I was being treated to an amazing little concerto, right there in the comfort of my own front room!
It was such a perfect little moment!
The sun was so clear, and the sky was so blue, and the leaves were so vibrant; I made up my mind, then and there, that I wanted to write about it in my blog.
Since then, however, I’ve had a bunch of other “perfect little moments” that have been competing for the number one slot — like that beautiful fall evening earlier this week, when I was taking care of chores with my little monkey…
I was in the process of pitching some hay to the goats, when that rosy-cheeked, curly-haired wild child came running up to me with her chubby little hands full of mud-spattered green beans and half-smooshed cherry tomatoes.
“Up… Up… UP!” she demanded, with a toothy grin and toddler-like authority.
Oh, how I love that little monkey!
I really didn’t want to stop what I was doing, but what can you do in a situation like that?
I leaned my pitch fork against the fence, then bent down and picked her up — and immediately, she just snuggled right in to my shoulder and started chowing down on her newfound treasures.
I don’t know how long I stood there with her.
All I know is that in no time at all, I had a big old tomato juice stain running down the front of my shirt; the wind kept blowing her wispy little curls all over in my face; and about the only thing I could hear was her crunching away on raw green beans, right next to my ear.
Then without any cue from me, she stopped, lifted her head, and gave me the sweetest little kiss on the cheek (leaving behind a little smear of slobbery green beans as a memento).
I tell ya, that was a little piece of heaven right there!
And it’s kinda funny; this week really hasn’t been anything special. We’ve had our share of stress and disappointment (just like any other week), but it seems like there have been at least a hundred of those perfect little moments — moments like taking that first sip of homemade apple cider, or seeing Ryu’s tail start wagging like crazy when he realized I was taking him hunting, or holding hands with my sweetheart, Lindsey, as we watched General Conference today…
Yep, perfect little moments seem to be sprouting up all over the place; I guess I’ve just been too busy or too distracted to notice them most of the time.
But because of this dinky little blog, I’ve actually been paying attention to those moments a lot more.
It really has been refreshing!
All I can say is that God is good — and so is life!
After all, “men are that they might have joy.”
Be sure and keep your eye out for those perfect moments!