These are the hard days. When things don't go as you plan.
It snows and makes the world beautiful, but also makes more work and harder travel. When a night of unexpected work follows a full day, still fighting that nagging cold.
I found myself grumpy, not even wanting any sympathy, but wanting to wallow in my own frustration.
And of course, that's when that one word popped into my head. God reminding me that this one word brings perspective.
Gratitude. How do I be grateful, when I feel so ungracious? How do I surround myself with this word that contains joy and grace, when I can't make myself feel joyful?
I remind myself that I have a place to work and live. That I am grateful to be able to steward this land, for this season that God has allowed. I remember my gratitude for the cows. So many of them I would call friends (it may sound weird to you, but it's true). And they provide us with milk, which makes so many wonderful things (like chocolate and ice cream, 2 of my favorites). And I know that I am grateful that I am able to fill in for many of the jobs on the farm so that Josiah gets some sleep.
So far, bringing this word to mind, has helped me change my perspective in a somewhat frustrating situation. It helped me focus on the positive things that I am thankful for. And from that I was reminded to pray for and into the situations that I am finding difficult. Trusting that out of gratitude, a miracle will come.