Carol Round on Finding Pleasure in the Simple Things

You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermorePsalm 16:11 (ESV).

 “If the simple things in life don’t put a smile on your face, then you will never be truly happy.” When I came across this anonymous quote, I realized just how true it is.

Sitting down at my desk, I can glance outside the windows in my home office. One faces south; the other faces west. I have a view of my front and side yard where I can enjoy the different birds visiting my feeders during the changing seasons.

Hummingbirds seek sustenance in the spring and summer while a variety of colorful, as well as those in shades of brown and gray, visit during the rest of the year. No matter their shape, size or color, their antics always bring me pleasure.

Discovering the Simple Pleasures

During the different seasons, I also find pleasure in the changing scenery. Recently, I realized that even the dried brown oak leaves wafting through the air to carpet my lawn put a smile on my face.

Watching the crispy leaves float to the ground, I’m reminded of the hard work facing me. Raking, blowing and mowing is an ongoing chore in the fall and through spring if you have as many oak trees as I do.

Breaking up the monotony of the brown leaves are a few maple trees boasting their reds and golds. Popping with vibrant hues, the contrast between the two is simply breathtaking as the landscape changes before my eyes.

Only God Can Change Our View

 How does someone find pleasure in the hard required tending a leaf-covered lawn? After all, I could hire someone to do it for me. I do confess that one of my nice neighbors sometimes helps out when it gets overwhelming and I get behind. With a huge lawn, including an extra lot I own, it’s a chore to get it finished in one day.

However, I don’t own a riding mower. Instead, I prefer the exercise that comes with pushing a mower. It’s also a time when I can ponder God’s Word as well as His work in my life. As I push the mower through the carpet of leaves, I also give thanks I’m still physically able, at almost age 66, to take care of my own lawn. There will come a time when I won’t be strong enough to do what I do now.

Until then, I want to still experience the simple pleasures of hard work. I might occasionally get frustrated while looking back at the expanse of lawn I just mowed, only to see a trail of more leaves falling to the ground. Then, I remember to change my perspective.

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SOURCE: Assist News