Saturday, July 26, 2008


It's funny how being grateful for one little thing can change your whole attitude.

I will be the first to say that I began today with a terrible attitude. I was wakened at 3:30 AM to discover that Maggie had peed in my bed. Half awake I drug her to the bathroom to change her clothes. I then made her a bed on the floor and proceeded to strip the sheets off my bed and clean up her mess. I had a bad attitude the whole time and I didn't get back to sleep until about 5:00.

I was wakened at 8:00 by Walter screaming. After rising and dressing I put on my chucks to take my morning run, only to be informed that because of the large amount of work we had to get done today, I could only take 15 minutes for my run. My walk/run is pretty much the only time I'm by myself all day and I am rather jealous about sharing or cutting that time short. I wasn't very happy.

Upon my return I was immediately put to work weeding an unused garden that my Mom had plans for. Gardening isn't really my forte. I'm very capable, but I don't enjoy it and I usually leave that to Christa. If I had been told to prepare lunch for forty people I would have been alot happier than having to weed that piece of dirt 4 ft x 18ft. So anyway, I went off to weed and be supremely perturbed.

As I was weeding in the sun and brushing daddy longlegs off my ankles, I began to feel really sorry for myself. This was not how I envisioned this morning. I was going to take a long run, brew a pot of tea, check my blogs, practice violin, then settle down with The Brother Karamazov. THINGS WERE NOT GOING MY WAY.

Then I just happened to think, as I squatted down in the longish grass, "You know, I could never have done this in Kentucky because of the ticks." And suddenly I was very grateful. Anyone who knew me when I lived in Kentucky could tell you of my loathing for these blood sucking creatures. I hated and feared them with a dread rivaled only by the overwhelming gratefulness I now felt at the thought of not having to deal with them.

I continued to weed that garden for another hour, but it really didn't seem like it was all that long. I started singing Brad Paisley's I'd Like to Check You For Ticks and before long I had found that my whole attitude had changed just because of that one little observation and a grateful response.

1 comment:

  1. I have days like that.
    Your story reminded me of Betsy and Corrie Ten Boom. Betsy determined that they would thank God for everything in the Nazi concentration camp even the fleas in the work room. Corrie just could not make herself thank God for the fleas. Later Betsy found out that the reason the guards wouldn't come into the work room was because of the fleas. Betsy was able to sit in there and minister to other ladies about the Lord.
    Have a great day, Elisabeth.


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