Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things ..."
It's such great fun to hear from people what are their favorite things. They vary from one person to the next as myriad as grains of sand. Some are predictable; other not so much. I must say, "copper kettles" wouldn't be on my list, but apparently the songwriter likes them enough to include them with rainsdrops and whiskers.
Anyway, I like the song's premise even if I'm suspicious about the particular favorite things sited (you don't suppose they picked things that fit or rhyme over real stuff, do you?).
It's so easy to get side-tracked and lose sight of the really good things in life. It's often the simple things that are our favorite things. Where do you suppose they go when heartache comes calling, or when fierce fear rises up within, or when anger attempts to consume? I dare say my favorite things have all too often been dumped in favor of focusing on the not-so-favorite challenge dejour. Fact is, raindrops keep falling on roses and whiskers continue growing on kitteens. There are just some things that refuse to retreat - and my Lord is one of them.
Now you know how my list of favorite things is headed. Just beneath that heading are these ...