When I was a young teenager, I wanted to be an athlete like Bruce Jenner. Now, it seems that all along he wanted to be just like me! We live in a crazy, mixed up world.
What used to be considered sane is now considered criminal. For instance, a parent can no longer spank a child or put the dog out without worrying about going to jail. Kids are suing their parents and parents are married to their cell phones. Super athletes are making millions to play games while millions are starving. Our young boys watch as their favorite celebrity athletes abuse, rape, and kill. Women are applauded for wearing absolutely nothing in public and we worry that our daughters are getting the wrong messages about body image and self-confidence. We celebrate the odd and the odder and forget to celebrate those who fight to keep us free. More is done for stray cats than is done for the 500,000 + foster children who are struggling to make it through each day. In God we Trust has been pushed aside for Tolerance in Everything.
Bullying. Suicide. Drug Abuse. Fights over gun rights. Rioting and Looting. Sexting. Texting. Social Media. Sex Trafficking. Human Trafficking. And the list goes on. It makes me sad and angry to see these things and yet I do know that God is still in charge and that all good things come from Him.
My husband gets up early and goes to work every day. He is providing a great example to our children of how a father takes care of his family – even on frigid snow days.
My younger children get up early and go to school. They are learning how to get along in this world. They are learning how to ignore the bullies and to help those less fortunate than themselves. They are my delight.
My older children are turning into their parents and that is a HUGE delight! They call and ask for recipes and then tell me stories of how they said things to their own children that remind them of us. They are living their lives and contributing to their communities.
My good friend calls me every Monday morning and we make a list of who we want to pray for that week. We get to visit and laugh and enjoy each other’s company.
I can go into the new Books a Million at the mall and browse through the books. I have two public libraries available to browse as well.
I have enough money to purchase groceries, gas for the car, and keep the kids clothes and fed.
The Peonies are up and blooming and providing a beautiful fragrance.
The cat had kittens and the guinea fowl had twelve cockroach-size babies.
School is nearly out for the summer.
The stores are full of things to buy.
The catfish we stocked in the pond last fall are still alive and ready to be caught!
The basement renter and I are going on a road trip this week. He won’t be coming back to the basement after the trip. It was time!
There are still churches on every corner. Not as full as they need to be, but they are ready and waiting.
The lady at the post office still brightens everyone’s day with her smile.
The reservoirs, aquifers, rivers, and creeks in Texas have been replenished after a long, long drought of the past several years.
And so, even though many things are not as they should be, there are still so many things that ARE. I urge all to celebrate the everyday. Celebrate the mundane and the chance to get up one more time. Celebrate the small triumphs and the slowpokes. Be ever mindful of the elderly, the young, and the chickens. They have much to teach us. God is good. All the time.