Grumblings and Blessings
Men,
Welcome to my latest edition of Sunday Brew! This morning, I am writing from the kitchen table of my parents’ house. The home I grew up in. You’re probably wondering how I got here, well a short list of events led me back to this place. Here is the first world sob story. After a particularly challenging week, I wake up early Saturday morning to the power out at my own home. Apparently my wife and I slept right through a pretty violent storm. Tree branches fell a street down from us, knocking the power out for an entire block. The food in the “fridge” was ruined, temperature was dropping, even with a fire going, and my very pregnant wife was sick and getting the chills. After calling the electric company, an end to being kicked back to 1635 AD was not in sight. I packed us up and headed to my parents. Luckily they live only about 15 minutes away. Like many times in my youth, they once again took me in, fed us and my baby sister prepared her bed for us (thank you so much Emily!) . In the midst of me being so angry about a temporary situation that I couldn’t control - a constant deficiency in my own character - I was able to see so many blessings in this.
I have it pretty good in this life. I have a family that loves me, a roof over my head, food in my belly and warm clothes on my back. I thank God this morning that he has given me such love in this life. Going forward I hope to realize them faster.
Lord,
grant me the strength to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference