A Small Gift

It was just he and I this morning. We'd worked hard already- vacuuming, mopping, lots of picking up! We had to let the floors dry and I was exhausted so sitting down seemed like the next right thing. Except, the warm sunshine and cool fall day beckoned. I could tell he felt it calling too as he stood at the glass door looking out. The glider on the porch did sound quite lovely. Shoes on and out the door.

The rocking bench held our attention only momentarily because exploring the yard held promising adventures. I took his hand and we started off the porch. It was only a few seconds, but as he carefully went down the stairs, the nerves in my hand came alive. His hand is so small in mine. So soft. Tightly gripped as taking steps is still such a new thing. My lips curled in a smile. In that moment it was like God took a picture and showed me what this must look like- a little boy and his mama heading off on an adventure, hand-in-hand. My heart stopped to think how fleeting that moment was. That someday, in the not to distant future, he won't need me to hold his hand. That someday I may need him to hold mine.

What a beautiful gift to be able to see your blessings. God's word says, "Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like the shifting shadows." (James 1:17) Every beautiful moment, even if it is seconds long in the midst of hours of toil and struggle, is from God and to be received like the gold it is. Such a small moment, but such a big gift.