Today I had a few minutes to run to the library by myself, something incredibly rare these days.  I had a nice chat with my mom via a cell phone, I was complaining about being tired of living in a trailer and doing my dishes outside in a dishpan and she said, "You know, I think you are stronger than you are acting, you really don't have it that bad."  I was a little appalled at first, I mean, most 21st century Americans live in at least 1500sq ft and I'm pretty sure all of them have some kind of plumbing system.  It did get me thinking though.  If nobody else feels sorry for me then I seem kindof foolish to be walking around so woeful over a few little inconveniences.

I got back in the car with a fresh load of books, my own library being out of reach in storage and decided to be happy.  I belted out a few songs,  "Ho ho ho hosannah"   and  "Rejoice in the Lord Always," and thanked God for my blessings, a husband who loves the Lord, sweet children and incredible friends.  It really seemed to work.  God gave me grace to be cheerful and kind even in my circumstances, and even to my visionary husband.