Tip of My Iceberg

Isley made it down the aisle at Courtney’s wedding. Throwing lavender. Which she didn’t believe were flowers at all. (There are no petals!)

She wore sparkly red shoes. No boots.

When we arrived in Colorado for the wedding, Isley wasn’t keen on the boots her mom had packed. Being the flower girl, she didn’t think they were appropriate. She was mumbly grumbly about not looking more like a princess.

Courtney, the bride with a heart, bought her shoes with bling.

A thoughtful gift of a girly thing.

Isley was beside herself. Shoes she could appreciate. She wore them immediately. To the park.

They lost a little of the bling in the sand and dirt.

Still wedding functional.

The day of the ceremony, with the rain coming down and the mud coming up, I was concerned that Isley would slip. The bottoms of the blings were pretty slick.

I thought we’d have to use the boots.

It’s a good thing I’d forgotten them. They couldn’t be an option.

When God cleared the clouds and brought the sun, my concerns dried up as well.

Watching her cavort in her red sparklies was a picture of pure enjoyment. It was good that she had such pretty shoes for such a special occasion. It was appropriate that red bling be a part of the wedding.

It’s fun having and doing things that bring delight and smiles. That give life.

I’m not talking more stuff and clutter. Not big things that only crowd my life, but the small reminders of wonder in the world. The beautiful sunsets. The chance to write a good line of prose. Genuine laughter with friends. A new book that I’ve been wanting to read. A quiet moment on my back porch.

A pair of red sparkly shoes.

These weren’t a deal breaker. But they were joy makers. Deliverers of delight.

I get caught up in the must do’s and the should have’s of life. In my rush to get it all done, I can miss the very things that relieve the stress of a tough day. Those sweet gifts of genuine joy in the moment.

God delights in giving me those things. He gives good gifts to those who are His as a reminder of His joy in His own. Gifts that remind me that He knows me better than anyone and knows what makes my heart sing.

“So if you sinful  (broken) people know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give good gifts to those who ask Him?”   Matthew 7:11

God, who made me in love, is the best One to to know what will bring joy to my heart. As I learn to lean into Him, trust Him for my needs, He offers those gifts of a loving Father to a daughter He cherishes. A child He enjoys.

Good gifts that give life to my soul.

I need to ask Isley if those shoes come in my size.