Dog throw-up, boiled over grits, spilled apple juice, and a screaming boy who fell off his stool--all on the floor before 8am. What do you do? If it had been left to me, I would have just continued to fume in my head. But my internal fuming and external silence were broken by my 4 year old's determination to "count graces." "Mom, aren't you glad Hudson wasn't right under me when my juice went everywhere...he would have been such a sticky mess you would have had to give him a bath..." and "At least I didn't drop my waffle too..." and "I'm glad we have extra juice in the refrigerator..."
A much needed reminder to me this morning to "wrestle to name graces...to see glory in the moment…” "How do I see grace, give thanks, find joy in this sin-stinking place?...How did Jesus do it again? He turned His eyes. ‘And looking up to heaven, he gave thanks...’ (Matthew 14:19). Always first the eyes, the focus...Give thanks to keep the gaze on heaven.” (Ann Voskamp)
"If you think of this world as a place intended simply for our happiness, you find it quite intolerable: think of it as a place of training and correction and it’s not so bad.”
C.S. Lewis
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