Confession time…again.

With all the noise in the country and the world, what do I decide to focus on? How onions are being sliced to put into a casserole of scalloped potatoes with ham.

I know each person on this planet has a tipping point. A point where frustration begins. A point where thoughts of graciousness and kindness start to drift out of the open window or door. Unfortunately, I held the door open and let my kindness and gratefulness blow out the door with a great gust.

In my mind I would have loved to have had a day with my girls like we shared many times when they were growing up. A day of fast food, popcorn and TCM movies. A day with Cary Grant and Fred Astaire. A day of mindless entertainment. It’s been well over a decade since I have had a day like that. Yet, that is where I went in my mind after discovering what a control freak I can be. Onion slices or onion pieces, it truly does not make a difference, does it? Still, somehow it hit me the wrong way.

I reminded myself of the children of Israel when they left Egypt. Exodus 16:3, “If only the Lord had killed us back in Egypt,” they moaned. “There we sat around pots filled with meat and ate all the bread we wanted. But now you have brought us into this wilderness to starve us all to death.” (NLT)

During those days I remembered with my girls I was longing for other things. Although I was having a time with my daughters, I know my full attention wasn’t in enjoying the moments with them. I was most likely preoccupied with other things. Today, while my husband graciously was making dinner for us, I was complaining about onions and the way he was making dinner.

How ludicrous is it when you allow yourself to be so short-sighted you miss the blessings in front of you. Forgive me Lord.