I’m sitting here in my living room watching one of my best friends girls play Wii Fit Plus and killing it…and probably soon each other. I love it. I’d tell you it was friendly competition, but I’d be lying. Most of the time it is, but there’s a few times that they’ve really gotten into it and started talking a little smack. It’s always a good time to watch a 7-year-old and a 9-year-old talk smack. I tell ya, there is nothing like it.
While they’re exerting energy through the game, I’m sitting on the couch about to fall asleep. The time changed yesterday. I lost an hour of sleep I’ll never get back. The only bonus is that the daylight will hang around a little longer. I am pretty pumped about that. I probably would have noticed it a little today if it hadn’t rained all day. And when I say all day, I mean all day.
And as I sit here complaining about how tired I am and how much it has rained and how my throat hurts — I haven’t mentioned that yet? Well, my throat hurts, too — and in the midst of all this I realize one very important thing.
My home wasn’t destroyed by an earthquake last week. My family’s homes weren’t destroyed by an earthquake last week. We all weren’t washed away by a catastrophic tsunami. I’m sitting in a dry place with people I love, and others are just a phone call away. Or if I really needed them, they’re just a few miles at the most.
I don’t know about you, but I forget most of the time how blessed I am. I have an awesome family. I forget how fortunate I am to have a large group of friends that I think would feel a little bit of a void if I were to, I don’t know, have to got into witness protection or something. On the days that they find me annoying, probably not, but there may be a few days here and there.
That’s all there is to it.
I try to be thankful. I fail a lot of the time. But every now and then I get it right.
I’m thankful for the grace like rain that falls down in the times that I get it wrong. Hallelujah, grace like rain falls down on me.
Please pray for Japan. Do whatever you can to help. I read something by Donald Miller the other day that said this: “If something ever happens to me, I don’t care about your thoughts, but I could use your prayers.”
Praying is doing something. Don’t ever forget that.