Someone who loves me gave me the gift of an overnight in the country. I didn’t plan it or orchestrate it or pay for it or earn it. It was gift, and I lived it as gift. I looked for all the little things that were gift—rain and fire and quiet and tastes and nowhere to go and a good book and good company. I savored all the little things. I didn’t hurry past them or toss them aside or ruin them with complaint and comparison. And the little things, all together, perfumed the air.
“Little things seem nothing, but they give peace like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.” Georges Bernanos
“I will give thanks to the Lord (for today’s little things, too). . . .” Psalm 9:1 (parenthetical added)