It is different for everyone. We often fail to look for it. Too busy, too tired, too lazy.
I discovered mine recently. Yes, I found the good stuff. The things that matter.
Money can’t buy them. There is no set number of things that matter to someone and they change with time. I am not even sure how to find them. They just sort of show up and you think to yourself this is cool or oh my, when did you get here? or this is special; pay attention.
The good stuff is a flawless sunset, time with my granddaughter, having dinner with family, screened in porches, rocking chairs, college football and the warm hand of God on your shoulder as you bless a meal while sitting alone in a restaurant.
The good stuff can’t be created. The same location or situation can be duplicated, but it takes a separate element to generate the goosebumps you feel the first time. It is a God thing.
The good stuff gets missed when we are going through life’s motions in cruise control. Too busy moving from thing to thing to slow down and look around. I regret that the past several years calcified me. My optics saw things on a scale of 1-7 rather than 1-10+. Too much gray and not enough white.
I have had plenty of moments of great joy and happiness. The problem is that I moved through them with my eye on NEXT so these moments peaked at a 7. The Good Stuff only has a chance of happening if you can forget about the Next Stuff long enough to feel it. Long enough to let the Good Stuff rise above the trees or break through the clouds.
O’ Lord, please help me linger and look deeper this Holiday Season!
Run in Peace, Rest in Grace