Things are busy. Good gravy, things are busy. We’re flying in and out of Amarillo every week. Looking for and not finding our house up here. Worried about not selling our house in NRH. Registering the kids in their new schools. Packing. Planning. Phone calls. Meetings. Losing things. Oh, my word, our grass is going to die! Cell phones are not allowed at Amarillo High School?!?! Hooray!!! Which mission trip are the girls on this week? What time was I supposed to pick up Carley? Why won’t anybody buy our house?
It’s super easy to lose track of the day. To miss the blessings. In the midst of my busy-ness, it’s easy to be oblivious to the constant and eternal grace of our Father.
G. K. Chesterton’s little poem of gratitude is keeping me grounded at the end of every one of these busy days:
Here dies another day
During which I have had eyes, ears, hands
And the great world round me;
And with tomorrow begins another.
Why am I allowed two?
Be thankful for the day. And keep reminding me, too.