I was cleaning my classroom after Day of the Dead festivities one day. My desk had been buried for weeks with worksheets and things I wanted to get to…but you know how it goes. I finally found time to rid myself of some of the clutter, and unearthed my desk-size family photo book underneath a large, scary pile of French papers. Thumbing through the pages, I smiled to myself: “My children are so beautiful.”
Then, I stopped and quietly stared at the baby pictures of my youngest daughter. She had such a traumatic time coming into this world- kidneys that weren’t working properly and nerve damage leaving her left arm limp. Seeing her at 3 days old again in those pictures made feelings like a melancholy gratitude well up inside my chest.
I am so thankful.
Now she is almost four years old, so active, so daring, climbing everything in sight, giggling, talking, and ALIVE!! Thank GOD.
When troubles come, how can I be downhearted?
When doors close, how can I be disappointed?
When temptations come, how can I be distracted?
When things don’t work out, how can I be dissatisfied?
I have so much right here, right now, despite the shortcomings in my life.
As the Cindy Morgan song says, “How Could I Ask for More?”
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