It's easy to focus on the bad, the hard, the roughness of the day, to miss the gold in the mud and mire. And in it I miss all the little blessings He has for me. The laughs of my coworkers, the treasure of lunch with a friend, a quiet evening at home hearing from Your word. I want to see the beauty in these little things.
And so when work is stressful…when my sandwich falls in gravel after only a few bites…when traffic is frustrating…when I spill pizza sauce on white shirt…and all in one day…I will choose to find the joy in the little things. I'm learning to rejoice even when it's hard, even though time and time again I fail. But praise the Lord that I have a Savior who pours His grace over me, no matter how many times I need it each day. Each time His mercies are new.
