This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it!
-Psalm 118:24

This is one of those verses that is a life line to me. When I feel my heart start to sink I try to remember to reach for it, and it lifts me up. Some days a little, some days a lot, but always enough.

This morning, however, I woke up before the sunrise with a baby who didn't sleep well the night before to get ready for a doctor's appointment I really didn't feel like going to and I was not in a mood to reach for a little gratitude. I wanted to pout and feel sorry for myself, and I thought I was justified in doing so...until I got to the doctor's office.

This was a diagnostic medical imaging center and the large waiting room was filled almost to capacity. Sitting there it suddenly struck me that in a group this size, in a place like this, there were probably several people waiting to find out if the tumor had grown or shrunk. Men and women wondering if they would still be able to work in 6 months, if they would still be around at all in 6 months. I realized once again what a spoiled brat I can be.

God, thank you for the days that you give us and for all the blessings, large and small, that they hold. Thank you especially for this day that I get to spend with my beautiful baby in this shining, desert city. I love you!