It's been a bit of a rough week at my house. My 5 year old is challenging me at every turn, trying to see who's really in charge. (Hint: It's not him, despite his best efforts.) My younger two are bickering incessantly, it seems. My husband will be out of town all next week, which means things never run quite as smoothly. I'm not looking forward to that at all, particularly in light of the current attitudes among the short people.
And yet, I'm reminded to be grateful for every moment, even the ones that are less fun. A mother lost her son to cancer yesterday. A friend's 11 year old daughter is recovering from a stroke. Another friend's twin sister is recovering from a heart attack. My heart breaks for each of them, and as I lift them each in prayer, God reminds me how very blessed I am.
As I type, I'm watching all three of my children as they color pictures together while laying on the floor in my living room. They're not sitting in school, away from me, staring at a chalk board. My crazy dog is snuggled up with me on the couch, and I can hear my cat snoring. Even on the worst days, I love this life. I love these people God has loaned me.
I don't have any profound words to share. I just wanted to profess my thanks for the many, many wonderful things in my life - the things that God brings to my attention, as well as the things I take for granted every day. As my friend Dy says, "Kiss those babies!" I want to remember to appreciate every single moment with these beautiful bits of creation, because I cannot know what will happen tomorrow, or even 5 minutes from now.
Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.
I Thessalonians 5:16-18