This too shall pass… and it did.

Yesterday was one of those days.  It started out bad, it continued to go bad, and it ended just as bad.  But you know what?  It really wasn’t all that bad.  It just felt bad.  It wasn’t like my child was deathy ill.  It wasn’t like my husband was in a war torn country fighting for us.  It wasn’t like I didn’t have food to put on the table for my family.  It wasn’t like I didn’t have a warm, cozy home to come home to.  It wasn’t like my body couldn’t grow such a precious gift from God and I was childless.  And it wasn’t like I didn’t have a bed for each member of my family to fall asleep in, nice and warm and snug as a bug.  But it sure felt bad. 

As I tucked James into his new big boy bed and we said his prayers, thanking God for all that we have and asking him to watch over everyone we know, I put into prospective how good of a day it really was.  Sure, I forgot to dress him in his holiday clothes for his picture with Santa at school.  And sure, I wasn’t copied on something at work and it didn’t get done and I had to explain that in order for it to get done I first had to know about it.  And sure, this little man growing inside of me felt like he was trying to poke his foot/hand/elbow out of my belly button and join us a few weeks early.  And sure, when we got home we were almost out of milk, the bread was old and crusty, and our freezer was out of every type of fast, frozen meals.  But, a good friend took James an outfit to school and he got to sit on Santa’s lap, that project was complete before I left the office, the baby decided to settle down and go to sleep, and waffles make just as good of a dinner as they do breakfast. 

So I crawled into my bed, cuddled up and watched some TV with my husband.  And I thanked God for allowing me to have a good day.  And I slept well, too.  And this morning I asked God to grant me another good day… because hey, life isn’t all that bad, is it?