My 17-year-old daughter was home sick with a nasty stomach flu. She was having some chicken noodle soup she’d made the night before. She grew pensive for a moment, then suddenly giggled. Apparently, this thought lodged itself in her brain and found it’s way out of her mouth: “Hmmm…that was a good noodle!” Not a good bowl of noodles. Not a good spoonful of noodles. Just one single noodle. She felt silly, but I get how she felt.

26cf209bf41c0dc7d197a2762e960feeMost of us have had those tiny moments when something very small gave us tremendous joy – the smell of fresh-baked bread, the sound of a child’s giggle, the way the sun lights up the autumn leaves at that one particular hour of the day, the smell of rain, crawling into fresh sheets at the end of a long day, a quick whiff of a long-forgotten perfume in a crowd, a new word. It’s a fleeting moment that you manage to absolutely absorb. It makes you pause long enough to not just enjoy, but to appreciate.

It reminds me of Luke 2:19:

“But Mary kept all these things like a secret treasure in her heart. She thought about them over and over.”

For any young mother, this would have been a memorable moment – the time when what you had carried under your heart for nine months was now there for all the world to enjoy and coo over. But this young mother had just given birth to the Son of God.

As Mary looked around at the meager surroundings and the unusual visitors, she would remember that the One who had come to save the world was being adored by a handful of those for whom He had come. They loved Him. And He would love them. History was being made in the most significant way in all of eternity. And yet, here was a young mother simply taking in the beauty and perfection of her child and enjoying the opportunity to share this moment with others.

e3b2af24ddd85f671bcb1b929de7278d-e1542409805839.jpgIn spite of how small, how fleeting or how simple they are, some things can be purely and profoundly wonderful. And God has surrounded us with so, so many of these things. Take the time to recognize and enjoy them!

Not all of the joys in our lives need to be huge or “miraculous”. But it’s important to appreciate a good noodle, too.