A quilt was thrown over the outside table and real plates were brought out. Candles were lit, flowers were moved to the table. The pizza was even transferred to a pizza pan instead of the box. I was ready to have a nice relaxing meal with my family. To come away from it feeling a bit refreshed.
I will admit at this moment I was low. The peace, beauty and refreshment I so desired was not to be. I sat at the kitchen table on the verse of tears. (Remember I have been having one of those days.) I looked at Megan and then thought.... Is this a test? She is watching me, learning from me by how I react. I really wanted to cry and say how unfair it was. I just wanted a little peace. A little beauty. A little recharge. I didn't say any of those things. Do I want Megan to mask or hide her emotions? Of course not. I do, however, want her to handle her emotions. Not to stamp her foot like a spoiled brat when things don't go as planned. There are always going to be things, many things, that fall short of our expectations.
I took a deep breath, said a prayer or two and put a smile on my face. I picked up the pizza pan and offered my family another slice. What could have been tears and complete disappointment for me turned out just fine. We laughed... we teased... we enjoyed pizza pie and I grew.
Faith is often strengthened right at the place of disappointment. ~ Rodney McBrideMay you day be filled with joy and contentment!