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Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Be thankful...even when it's hard...

God has a funny way of snapping us back into reality. Sometimes I forget how lucky I am and tend to start feeling a little negative. Today was one of those times.....

Ruston has been waking up at 1a.m. and then at 4a.m. for the last three nights. I can normally get him back to sleep the first time, but I've been up since 4 for three days now. I'm exhausted. I feel like I could fall asleep walking down the hallway.

On my way to work this morning, I was feeling particularly annoyed with my sweet boy and what he's been putting me through. As if he's doing it on purpose! I know it's inevitable (at least I hope I'm not the only one!) that I'm going to get frustrated with him at times. But I just have to remind myself that it's not his fault. I'm lucky that I have a child that is able to scream and yell and cry and push my buttons.

As I was driving to school today, chugging my 2nd glass of coffee, complaining to myself, God set me straight. He played a song on the radio that brought me to tears and had me wishing I could turn around, drive back home, and give that boy a great big hug.


If it weren't for kids have you ever thought
There wouldn't be no Santa Claus
Or look what the stork just brought
Thank God for kids.

And we'd all live in a quiet house
With-out Big Bird or Mickey Mouse
And Kool Aid on the couch
Thank God for kids.

Thank God for kids, there's magic for a while
A special kind of sunshine in a smile
Do you ever stop to think or wonder why
The nearest thing to heaven is a child.

When you get down on your knees tonight
To thank the Lord for His guiding light
And pray they turn out right
Thank God for kids.

Daddy, how does this thing fly?
And a hundred other where's and why's
You really don't know but you try
Thank God for kids.

When you look down in those trusting eyes
That look to you, you realize
There's a love that you can't buy
Thank God for kids...

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