When I woke up today I was determined to be in a melancholy mood. The weather complied. It was sufficiently gloomy to match my disposition.
Ron didn't have to leave for work until late morning, so the kids and I were (attempting) to plug away at school when he left.
He wasn't gone long. I heard his boots on the laundry room tile and wondered what he forgot, and was he going to interrupt us. He came in and said probably the last thing I expected:
"There's a peacock in our driveway."
The girls and I jumped in the suburban to go check it out. I had brief thoughts of trying to catch it and keeping it as a pet. Of course, it wasn't going to have any of that and started to run away almost as soon we stopped the car.
But it's shimmery blue neck and graceful run gave me pause. "The Lord made that," I thought. Why should I waste any time dwelling on situations that I have no control over and why should I let worries, instead of praise, fill me? I have a loving Savior who made beautiful things for me to enjoy, who wants me to lay all those burdens at His feet.
So, instead of asking "Why?", I should be saying, "Thank you."