Me & Him on the porch with coffee. Mundane, boring little jobs. To those of us who are able, that’s what they are. To those who are disabled, they’re blessings they’d give just about anything to perform. Cleaning out unused clothing to donate? Ho hum to most of us, who’d rather be doing something else. Try it in a wheelchair..if you can even get it through the door. Reaching for stuff needing disposal? A full time chore. Grocery shopping? (I happen to love it, but I digress….) Try it when suffering from anxiety and/or depression. It’s a monumental obstacle that becomes a triumph for those who manage to get inside the store for milk. Imagine trying a whole weeks’ shopping done..heart pounding, sweating, nausea and the urge to just run.

I suppose what I’m saying is that if you can do these little things, you are indeed blessed. Sitting on your porch, watching the birds..trees leafing out? His blessed artistry at work, If you can do these mundane, little jobs..they become pleasures when you realize you can. It’s really the little things that matter. Looking at the small picture is sometimes more important than the bigger one.

Be blessed and have a Happy Sunday!

Originally posted April 13, 2013