specks

our lives are made up of these tiny little moments, many of which are so heartbreakingly beautiful. i wonder, in our hurry to be somebody, to get something, or somewhere, how many we miss? i live a simple life, and i know i miss so many. when i catch those little things, hear the words from a song my child sings to himself and realize they are about love, witnessing an interaction between brothers that speaks to bonds that will remain, God speaking thru the tiny voices of children, sunshine glinting off the edge of a person's jaw, these small moments of beauty that become the fabric of your little world...without them your life becomes very threadbare indeed...and we feel naked, lost and vulnerable in the world. Because with out them we are, these little things become those little christmas lights of joy that light up an often dark and lonely world.