Perspective

There honestly are not enough hours in the day. (There are enough to blog though, and honestly this is the one thing that keeps me sane-so I will sacrifice sleep to blog) These past few weeks have been non stop. I leave the house in the morning and don't stop till now (it's almost 11 o'clock). School, work, pick the girls up, swim lessons, cheerleading, football games, paying bills, cleaning, homework, laundry, baby shower planning for my sister in law, giving baths, and eating and sleeping snuck somewhere in there.

The fast pace and stress was really starting to get to me today and the thought of just quitting everything crossed my mind more than once. But then I remembered, these stressors are blessings to have.

I have running water. I have legs to stand on when I wake up in the morning to start my crazy day. I have the opportunity of an education. I have a job. I have two beautiful children to run around to all these places. I have a husband that stands by me and is my partner and equal in this crazy life of ours (bonus: he does the dishes).

I really am grateful for everything I have. The big stuff and the little stuff.

I have seen this prayer many places but am unsure of the author and even after trying to find it on the internet all I can seem to find is author unknowns. This prayer speaks so loudly to me and really puts things into perspective. And makes me feel a little guilty that sometimes I can be so ungrateful.It speaks to me so much that I printed it and put it in a picture frame on my nightstand, because I do the first line on a daily basis.

Though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings, thank you, Lord, that I can hear. There are many who are deaf.

Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible, thank you, Lord, that I can see.
Many are blind.

Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising, thank you, Lord, that I have the strength to rise.
There are many who are bedridden.

Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned and tempers are short, my children are so loud, thank you, Lord, for my family.
There are many who are lonely.

Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced, thank you, Lord, for the food we have.
There are many who are hungry.

Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous, thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work.
There are many who have no job.

Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest, thank you, Lord, for life!