There was a heart breaking trip to the grocery store along with some challenging conversation tonight. ("It's ok. I don't really have to have snacks." and "We really need to get rid of the government and start over.") Things have been getting hard, again, for far too long. It was time to change perspective, and quickly.
So I stepped back and noticed how much my fifteen year old was turning into a responsible and caring young man. We had gone to the store so that he could shop for the 18 people going on an upcoming scouting campout. He stuck to the budget, asking a question here or there. He checked everything out and bagged it himself, making sure he got the receipt.
I watched my two younger boys carefully fill the car with the bags, making sure the eggs were safe from harm. I listened as they sang their hearts out to the songs on the radio on the way home. I watched them work together to get the bags inside once we were home. And then my heart smiled as I noticed my nine year old still had my boots on. He had put them on quickly (they are warm and soft and fluffy, he says) as we thought it would be a quick trip to one store. Five stops later, we were returning home, my boots still covering his toes.
There are moments like this tucked all over info my life. I need to start focusing more on those and what I do have, instead of those challenges rearing their ugly heads again.
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