Every Saturday I share three simple things that brought me happiness during the week. These posts may grow or evolve as time passes. Please feel free to share your thoughts in the comments section!
1. Running at the park after work (and listening to audio books on my MP3 player — see #3).
2. Watching Project Runway with my mom.
I confess that I sort of enjoy the fake drama of it all. Despite the skewed presentation of “reality,” I was beyond happy that Shawn was “out” last week. And then Claire was disqualified this week, so that is good 😊.
3. Finding lost treasures.
(If you’re not in the mood for a long story, quit reading here).
When I was in middle school, my brother and I competed in the “Bible Bowl,” a Sunday morning competition for every student in our youth group. The winner of the competition was given the prize of their choice–either $100 cash or an iPod Nano.
At first, my brother and I set out to beat each other. Eventually, he realized he could never outwit me (at least, that is what I tell myself), and we joined forces to beat the rest of the youth group. We studied together every Saturday night, and we cheered for each other in our respective tournaments. We agreed that if one of us won, we would choose $100 cash prize, splitting it 50/50.
The tag-teamed effort proved victorious (if I am being accurate, I think my brother won). We each used our $50 to buy 2gb MP3 players (top of the line 2007 technology). I have had mine ever since, and I use it regularly while running.
That is, until Wednesday. On Wednesday, I ran at the YWCA instead of going to the park. I distinctly remember seeing my MP3 player in the floor of the locker room. I remember tying my shoes and throwing everything in my gym bag. I don’t remember seeing my MP3 player after that.
It wasn’t until after 8 o’clock that night that I first realized that my ancient audio player was missing. I called the Y, and gave them a lengthy description (hot pink, 1×2 inches, old) but they hadn’t seen it. The next morning, I went back to the Y and conducted my own search (shoutout to everyone at the YWCA who helped me look for the outdated music player). It was gone.
Dejectedly, I went to my office, turned on my iPad, and ordered a running case for my phone. I was being forced into the world of 2017 technology, dragging my feet the whole way. I prayed, “God, I don’t care where I find my MP3 player. It can be sitting on a picnic table in Old Salem. No matter where it is, I will know that you put it there.” But I didn’t have much faith. Whenever a family member (with good intentions) asked if I had found my MP3 player, I felt a new stab of sadness.
On Friday, I had a wardrobe fiasco, and I changed 5 times before heading to work. During a swoop through my closet, a small piece of hot pink plastic came flying out of a shoe cubby. It was my MP3 player. I almost cried.
God is good y’all. He knows everything, and He cares about our smallest pains–even the pain of a lost MP3 player.
What are your simple joys this week?
Do you have any stories about finding things that were lost?