My house faces west-ish. In the afternoons, the sunshine streams through our front windows. The glass in this door shoots rainbows across the floors and furniture, much to my children's (and my) pleasure. When you look at this picture, you could be thinking, "Man, she needs to dust!" This is true, but you're not seeing dust there in the sunbeams. No. The air was a bit smoky in our house yesterday evening. Why am I sharing this? Because to me, this is love.
I love a smoky house? No. But I love the reason behind it. You see, my husband saw me reading and decided he would make dinner last night. Yes, he got the skillet a bit hotter than it needed to be, but dinner was great. And I didn't have to figure out what to cook or do any of it. He chopped the potatoes, seasoned and cooked them and the chicken, heated the green beans, set the table, everything. And that's love. Also, my children came into the room, saw the sunbeams all lit up like this, and decided it was like stage lights to play in. They ran and danced and jumped through the rays, giggling and laughing. Something simple, yet so joyous. And I love that, too. Do you see the amazing goodness in things that could be considered more annoying or frustrating? Do you bless every simple thing that could make your child giggle? Or do you only see the smoke from a slightly too-hot skillet? I hope this week we all look for the love behind the smoky sunbeams.
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