I wake up most days at 5am. I brush three sets of teeth before I brush my own. I try to spend quiet time with God and literally plead with Him to help me not yell at my children while I repeat my requests dozens of times over. Life feels draining right now, and I pour from empty cups all day long.
But I married a man who always makes my coffee before he makes his own. He sets a blanket on my lap like I’ve just had open heart surgery and shouldn’t be on my feet to much. He kisses my forehead before he leaves, and if it snows the night before, I know my car won’t seem like it.
& That’s it. He doesn’t make tons of money, he doesn’t write me poetry or play me music, but he consistently try’s to warm up cold mornings with tiny acts of service that give me just enough to keep pouring. Try to see that today, that one consistent space of joy that keeps dripping into your messy life.
Before today gets overwhelming, before the kids knock over their milk, before the dog jumps the fence, sip your coffee. Let the small stuff cushion the big stuff. Soak in the tiny gestures that we often miss. Be present rather than perfect and look for who is trying to fill your cup.