String Cheese Thankfulness

A crinkled wrapper with the remains of old string cheese flew past my head in the car yesterday and landed on the floorboard. The kids were silent in the back seat as if collectively holding their breath in anticipation of my reaction. The guilty one, my 1 ½ year old son, was trying really hard to look interested in his shoe. I didn’t let them see, but I really couldn’t help but smile. That incident so perfectly encapsulated my week and oddly overwhelmed me with sheer thankfulness that I’m a Mommy of three beautiful, healthy, mischievous children. Fortunately for them, this feeling eradicated any ineffective comment I may have blurted. I drove down the street unexplainably smiling and praising God for giving me this incredible privilege. Further, I marveled at the matchless love He has for me as His child – the greatest privilege of all!


I can’t guarantee that the next object hurled by my head will be received with such an epiphany but I’m thankful for those moments of clarity and spontaneous praise to the Lord. He is so good – and so patient with me!

Their smiles bring a constant smile to my heart...