Work has been a little tough lately. Not so much the job itself—I feel pretty comfortable performing all the tasks assigned to me. This particular test, however, has been a great many hours, and the end of it is a long way off. Consequently, I have been pretty tired, and when I am tired, it is easy to think negative thoughts, and sometimes forget to be grateful for all I have been blessed with.
The other night I was driving home after a 13 hour workday, and all I could think about was that I was hungry, and wondering when I would be able to go to sleep. I knew there were likely a couple things to take care of at home—including catching up on reading for my New Testament class—but none of that interested me.
I parked my car, and realized with a start that I was allowing negativity to consume me when really I had been absolutely flooded with blessing. I had a job when so many people in town didn’t. I had a family that loved me when many were alone. I was going to go inside and eat dinner and sleep in a bed when so many were homeless and hungry.
I asked God to remind me of my blessings, and help me to find a way to glorify Him with my work. Then I got out of my car and walked to my front door.
I stood in front of the door and gathered my thoughts for a few seconds. As I opened the door, I heard my wife’s voice say “Daddy’s home,” and I walked inside.
“Dada,” said John, standing right next to the door. He wrapped his arms around my legs, and then lifted them to me. I scooped him up. David came over and hugged me around my middle. Then Jen put her arms around me and gave me a kiss.
Thanks, God, I thought.