Have you thought lately about how every day of life is a gift?

With some ups and downs emotionally for me lately (anxiety issues, raising a teen and a preteen, financial pressures, ya da, ya da …) I find that I need constant reminders of this. Sometimes it's as simple as watching a comical squirrel peek out from behind a tree, hanging by one arm, as I'm being a good girl and taking my morning walk.

Sometimes it's sitting with my nearly-92-year-old aunt and making her smile with a bunch of posies and a couple of crossword puzzle books. 

Sometimes it's being surprised by questions about the "birds and bees" in my own home that have me cracking up downstairs in a room downstairs later on.

Whatever it is, the reminders are always there. I just have to notice them.

We saw August Rush, the movie, last night, and Evan Taylor made a similar statement: "The music's always there … if you're listening."

My music today is the sound of the washer. It reminds me that I have a husband who needs clean clothes … and that I don't have to use a bucket like in Nigeria! 

My music today is the sound of a teenager coughing upstairs. I get to serve her today because she is off school sick, but she is looking up her homework online because she hates being behind.

My music today is the clouds and the blue sky and a practically perfect Florida day. Though I'm indoors typing, I have a great view.

What's your music today? Can you find it? Take the time to listen and find the rest and peace you need. It's always there, waiting …

Blessings,

Jennie