Lately I’ve been looking out the window and wondering, “will the grass ever be green again?”. While I’m stuffing 56 broken crayons into the coloring box and looking for another shelf to stash textbooks on I muse, “public school is not so bad?”. After the third load of laundry today I think, “are nudest colonies allowed in Montana?”. As my sweet children declare their battling cry “MINE!!” I ponder, “is it neglect to wear earplugs while watching my kids?”.
But, my dear friend’s mother past away last night and all of my worries and frustrations about my blessed life melt away. What cause do I have to despair or feel neglected? God has poured out innumerable blessings and I have chosen to find a way to ruin them.
So, when the snow seems unending, if the school supplies dishevel the house, as the laundry piles high, or when my children war against one another, will I chose to proclaim, “blessed be the name of the Lord”?

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