It Isn't the Simple Things that Count

"It isn't the simple things that count, it is the very simple things that count." It is 4:30 in the morning on a Saturday and I have this big headache and couldn't sleep so I thought I would write here because it has been awhile and a week. Where do I start? God is growing me a lot with my job and personal life this week. He has made me see things at my job that matter and wants me to do bigger things with my personal life and friendships. I saw a lot this week at work the saying that I started this entery out with and I'll say it again. "It isn't the simple things that count, it is the very simple things that count." That saying came to me this week at work when one of my little boys' sister smelled her brother (my little boy) and came up to me and said, "Thank you for making my brother smell so good. He hasn't smelled that way in a long time." I got to thinking how much to do take smelling good for grant whether it is taking a bath or putting smell good spray on. Then later on this week one my my girls that has a speech problem and would talk very little and was quite most of the time said my name so clearly. Yeah, it was "Tiffany" instead of "Tiffney" but it was close and great for her. She said it when she needed something without being pompt to and she said it a lot the day before she left. Then there was another one of my little boys that came up with playing "airplane" and that is where the child would lay on your legs on the stomache and you would lift them in the air. I use to play that when I was a little kid and I remember my "little" brother loving that game too. The children got me thinking too about the simple things they love to do. They love to play the simple games that we as blessed people take for grant like Duck, Duck, Goose, Follow the Leader, or Simon Says. It was like I knew what he was talking about after he explained it to me and how many people would get it because it is so random. Then I have a little boy that just needs someone to listen to him. Some adult to listen to him. He gets so agressive when he is around other children but that is because he wants one on one and he has so much anger inside him for a little child it is sad to see. He made me think that listening is important and I'm a person that loves to listen to my friends but lately I haven't been doing that or recogizing what they need around me. I'm learning that no matter the reason of these abandoned, abused, or nelegeted children and they want is attention and love even for the simplest things because they haven't been given it.  They don't know how to play these games because no one ever spent the time to play with them. As people that are truly blessed with everything, we shouldn't complain about anything. We have far more then these children have. That little girl saying "Thank you" to be just was like an awake up call for me from God again. It was like He was saying, "Hey Tiff, stop complaining and worrying about things you have everything you need plus more. You have family and friends who care and love you. They might not show it at times but they do. You need to hold on to them." All this came after a weekend that was hard for me for some reason. I don't know if I've just been really busy and because of that I have been complaining a lot and not seeing the very simple things or what but this week was an eye opener for me. We can be so consume with ourselves as Christians or just human brings that we forget why we were placed here on the 1st place. Why God picked us to show the world His Love. I know there are more simple things that happened this week at work but those are just some of the main ones I remember for now. The saying, "It Isn't the simple things that count, but the very simple things that count", could that describe God's Grace for us Christians. We didn't deserve it but yet all Jesus had to do with a simple but hard thing and that was dieing in our place even though He was perfect and we weren't. I know the children at work look up to the staff as their savior, mommy, caretaker, or whatever they call us. Don't we do that to Jesus? Just something to dwell your mind on and to make you see how truly blessed we are.