After watching the Sound of Music and listening to “Maria” sing a song about her favorite things when things were bad and she needed to make herself feel happy I decided to try it for myself to see if it worked. Here is a part of my list:
My big, fat, white coffee mug that had it’s origin in the Brown Derby, a place my parents took me when I was a little girl in Hollywood, California.
Steaming hot, strong black coffee to fill my big, fat, white mug within five minutes of waking in the morning.
The lightweight fork, not the gold-plated one but the plain, cheap stainless that came with a set of silverware that no longer exists, bought when we moved into this house over forty years ago. It seems to fit in my hand just right and the tines are sharp enough to pierce that straggling piece of lettuce with a bit of dressing on it at first stab.
My leopard print nightgown, lying down on tightly stretched white sheets with seven pillows, three under my head and two on either side.
Un-fastening my bra and kicking off my shoes the moment I walk in my house and getting into my comfy clothes.
Standing in front of people and feeling the anointing of the Holy Spirit envelope me like I had been shrink-wrapped in Saran Wrap and feeling as if I was having an out-of-the-body experience, watching myself as I spoke or sang, priceless.
The moon in any stage but especially when it is full and faithfully glowing night after night knowing that everyone that has ever been born on the face of the earth has gazed upon this same beautiful orb.
The sun shining on sugar white sand on a hot summer day and not worrying that I will have sun spots or wrinkles, just enjoying the moment with my portable radio listening to the local DJ count down the top 10.
My son and daughter sitting at the table eating and trying to out-do each other with funny stories and imitations of each other.
Taking my grandson to school and saying our morning prayer as we ride down Nickajack Road and then as he gets out of the car leaning back in to say, “I love you Mammy.”
Having the dream where I am visiting with my parents and marveling at how young and strong they are.
Listening to my music.
Listening for the Voice of the Lord to speak to me.
Having a light-bulb moment when a scripture comes alive in a different way after having read it many times before.
Decorating for Christmas, and then watching the blinking lights
These are a few of my favorite things, but there is one more, it is when one of you tells me in person, sends a message to me via text, messenger, or Facebook, that tells me when you heard me teach or when you read my devotion you felt as if it were just the two of us sitting over a cup of coffee, in my big, fat, white, Brown Derby mug filled with steaming hot, strong, black coffee.