Little things mean a lot when you're counting your blessings...

I'm thinking of blessings that I am so thankful for that give me a sense of comfort and leave me with a warm fuzzy when I think about them. Things that I have always considered to be soul food. Those little bits of enjoyment that cost little to nothing but reap millions in returns.

1. Small towns. You can leave your car unlocked when you run from store to store without fear that you'll come back to an empty back-seat - all your parcels gone. You can leave Jimmy's bike on the front lawn when he takes his nap and it will be there when he wakes up to play again. It never fails, when you go to the store there will always be someone there that you haven't seen for ages and the two of you catch up on news at the checkout - small town blessings.
   
2. Flower bulbs and rhizomes. Inside each and every one of them is the promise of spring and blue skies and birds building nests. When we cover them with soil in the fall we are placing trust in God that spring will come again and the earth will renew itself bursting forth with color and scent and texture.
3. Church bells. On Sunday morning I can hear the bells peeling from the Presbyterian Church about three blocks from my house. A free concert lasting about 15 minutes playing selected classical music with rich tones and resonance. I close my eyes, sit back in my chair and take in the magnificent chorus - ushering their message of good will all the way to my soul.
4. My soaker tub. Nothing more relaxing in the winter months than sliding down into that deep tub filled with bubbles and letting the whole, wide world disappear. I have been known to fall asleep in that tub only to wake up wishing I hadn't snoozed because the water was less than cozy when my eyes opened an hour later!
5. Baby powder. Spring, summer, fall or winter after a good soak I dust myself all over with baby powder - just like sprinkling a favorite dessert. Baby powder has been a staple in my home for years. When the grandsons were little they always got powdered after their sleepover bubble bath and had ample amounts of the silky stuff shook into their little slippers. The boys just loved to wriggle their little toes around in them and feel the powder's silky goodness - quite frankly, so do I☺