Do me a favor. Before you read this post, push play to listen to this song (for the sake of ambiance):
Sometimes I wonder at the simple things in life. One of my favorite things is rain slapping against my window as I sink deeper into my down comforter. My sheets boast a 600 thread count so I'd say that it's one of the best places to be under the sun.
In order to up the "snug" level I have on my slipper socks. Few things are worse than ice cold feet jolting you awake in the middle of the night.
Sometimes I wonder a the simplicity of my life. I tend to overcomplicate things. Mostly because my mind seems to operate at one speed: unnecessarily fast. As I keep thinking my thinks get bigger and begin to evolve and morph into complicated things. Such as:
Why doesn't my face wash work anymore?
How come I always wake up with bad breath? Has someone invented a cure for that yet? If they haven't yet than I should. I would probably make some money off of that.
Money. Why don't I have any of that, anyway?
Why is it that I have never seen a jet pack in real life and even though I'm not sure if they exist or not I kind of really want to get one for Christmas?
What do I really want for Christmas? Should I still be asking for Christmas presents?
I love Christmas.
I don't understand why everyone is already playing Christmas music. It just doesn't work until after Thanksgiving.
I love food.
....I'm hungry.
So I'm laying here and I think I'll just keep things simple tonight. Tomorrow is its own day - I know that I have work. Then I have to call my insurance to give Bridget my statement about the car accident. Then maybe if I'm up to it I'll clean my room and bathroom. Then there's my financial aid issue and economics homework and worship practice.
But I'm okay. It's going to be okay. As I walk down puddled sidewalks with my hood fastened and my boots squeaking I think I'll just think about how much I love the rain. How it inspires me. How good God has been to me. How He has given me everything I need specifically for every day.
Life is simple tonight. And I am in good hands.
I love this chorus:
"So we don't eat until your father's at the table
We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you my friend, I'd learn to have just a little bit of trust."
