As I was cleaning up the kitchen this evening I realized that my children firmly believe in magic. This is different from the magic of the leprechauns that I write about every year around March 17th.
To begin with, the kitchen I was cleaning had supposedly already been cleaned–by multiple people. Evidently there is an enchantment upon my kitchen that allows only me to see the caked-on crumbs and stickiness on every counter and stove top. But, magically, when my children get up in the morning, every surface will be sparkling for real.
I also noticed that we were almost out of dish soap, which no one had mentioned, but will also “magically” appear in the cupboard. There are many things like this that from my children’s perspective simply appear by magic.
This magic goes on all the time in our home: things appearing, disorder and mess disappearing. Some day, at least I hope, my children will outgrow this magic just as they grow out of their belief in leprechauns. They will mature and become thankful, as their older siblings have, of all of the ways my husband and I have cared for their needs over their years without them even having to ask.
However, children aren’t the only ones who take these kinds of things for granted. I know I also take my Father’s good gifts and provision for granted. I can go through a whole day without realizing the miracle of the sun rising yet again, that there is air for me to breathe, and a million other blessings that I can act as though are just there by magic.
I want to grateful every day for the blessings God gives me, from the simple to the profound. It is good to be well taken care of and it is good to be grateful!
“I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonderful deeds.” Psalm 9:1
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