I have not had a good week, you all. It seems that every aspect of my life – work, home, parenting, marriage, finances, blogging – is overwhelming, discouraging, frustrating or all of the above!
But instead of dwelling on all that (because, believe me, it’s boring), I’m going to share the view I had last week as I left Cedar Falls, Iowa. I’d just been blessed to spend the afternoon with two amazing women, two blog friends who are real friends, and this is what I drove into for about 45 minutes.
I love it when rays come through the clouds like that. When I was a kid, I thought it was God pouring His love down on us.
Okay . . . I still think that.
A couple weeks ago, I was having a rotten morning. As I rushed down the hall of Annalyn’s daycare, I barely glanced at the mom and son in the foyer. But as I walked back out, cringing at the screams I could still hear coming from my child’s mouth (how much do I just love that separation anxiety comes and goes more than once?), that mom said, “Have a great day!”
I looked over at her, sitting there beside her son and smiling. And I remembered that I really don’t have that much to complain about. See, she was sitting with her son, like she does every morning, waiting for the bus that takes him to his preschool. She sits next to him, and he sits in his wheelchair.
My daughter gets 60 minutes of physical therapy once a week. And she takes it upon herself to exert her strong-willed personality every single day by yelling, screaming, hitting, pulling and running away.
But that little boy? Can’t do any of those things, despite therapy services much more extensive than Annalyn’s. And yet, there’s his mom, every morning: smiling and laughing and, I imagine, thankful for what she has.
It’s good to have perspective, isn’t it?
Has anything put life into perspective for you lately?
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