My Blessings...
I could count them over and over. Three of my blessings stood in the kitchen this morning peering into the fridge like they were looking out over a barren sea, searching for some kind of life. Unfortunately, the chicken I was counting on for breakfast this morning (Primal/Paleo eating in these digs) was negligently left on the table last night. I will not name names, so as to protect the guilty parties... though I don't protect guilty people often! So, when breakfast rolled around this morning it was a thrown together mishmash of eggs and sardines. Not a typical high school students breakfast, I'd guess. As my two oldest stand, consuming their unconventional meal, I sit with my youngest who promptly and without warning, I might add, let loose the contents of his stomach, on my feet... great!
For a few minutes there I thought about the rough start to my morning, no normal breakfast to speak of, a sick child and my two oldest not getting out the door on time due to my needing to cleaning up. Then I remember I am supposed to be counting my blessings this year. How do I find blessings in chaos?! What good is there this morning? Just yesterday I posted to my Facebook account stating we all have struggles and instead of complaining about them, let's lift each other up with light. Where was my light this morning? The Monty Python song Always Look On The Bright Side of Life comes to mind and I let out a little giggle.
Silly me... I still have numerous blessings to count:
31. I have a family that I adore
32. I am blessed beyond measure to have a house... I can't imagine comforting a sick child while homeless (I need to pray for those who do)
33. Fresh water and soap with which to clean
34. Hands fully capable and healthy
35. Two older children who, without being asked, step up to help (their recognition of the youngest and my circumstance is a wonderful thing all in itself... how many teens would just go about their way or more likely vacate the scene?)
36. Oh and my twisted sense of humor... without that, I might cry (who thinks of Monty Python?)
I can't complain. Some mornings are rougher than others. It's just the way the proverbial cookie (without gluten) crumbles. I have to wonder, if maybe bacon had been in the fridge, would all have run smoothly this morning? ;)
Counting my blessings,
Stephanie
For a few minutes there I thought about the rough start to my morning, no normal breakfast to speak of, a sick child and my two oldest not getting out the door on time due to my needing to cleaning up. Then I remember I am supposed to be counting my blessings this year. How do I find blessings in chaos?! What good is there this morning? Just yesterday I posted to my Facebook account stating we all have struggles and instead of complaining about them, let's lift each other up with light. Where was my light this morning? The Monty Python song Always Look On The Bright Side of Life comes to mind and I let out a little giggle.
Silly me... I still have numerous blessings to count:
31. I have a family that I adore
32. I am blessed beyond measure to have a house... I can't imagine comforting a sick child while homeless (I need to pray for those who do)
33. Fresh water and soap with which to clean
34. Hands fully capable and healthy
35. Two older children who, without being asked, step up to help (their recognition of the youngest and my circumstance is a wonderful thing all in itself... how many teens would just go about their way or more likely vacate the scene?)
36. Oh and my twisted sense of humor... without that, I might cry (who thinks of Monty Python?)
I can't complain. Some mornings are rougher than others. It's just the way the proverbial cookie (without gluten) crumbles. I have to wonder, if maybe bacon had been in the fridge, would all have run smoothly this morning? ;)
Counting my blessings,
Stephanie
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