The subject matter may only seem to be daily egg gathering. But with a zinger like this he traps your wandering to-do list mind and you're quickly reeled back to the present with exhilarating speed.
His sermon? Just one little sentence as he gleefully gathered eggs from our new hens: "I was born for this, Mom!"
How many moments have I wasted not living from a heart that overflows with this kind gratitude for the present? How many breakfasts have only been a litany of to-do's and must-get-dones? How many baths have I petulantly rushed them through because we still had to read and pray and frog-butterfly-fish kiss goodnight?
What about you...have you missed some born for moments of gratitude?
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