Time Keeps On Slippin', Slippin', Slippin'...

I will not grumble, mumble, murmur and complain. I will not grumble, mumble, murmur and complain. I will not grumble, mumble, murmur and complain.

I have to say that to myself on those days when I want to shake my fist at the air, scream at the top of my lungs or grab my purse and walk out of the front door, destination unknown, never to return again. Believe me, I have many of those days. But lately I have been paying closer attention to the news and what is going on in the community and the world as a whole. Killing, robbing, teenage pregnancies. The more I hear or read about what's going on in other peoples' houses, the more I realize how blessed I am.

I know where my kids are every night. They may not be as neat as I'd like them to be. My youngest daughter talks on the phone more than I feel the law should allow and my son can be the most disagreeable young man you've ever met. BUT...they don't run the streets, have never been in any real trouble and I know where they are each and every night.

I am reminded of a prayer that I prayed right after my mother died. I was feeling like we would get swallowed up by circumstance so I asked my God to help me make my kids the exception to the rule. I just didn't want to believe that because they come from a single parent home, that they had to end up pregnant or wouldn't go to college or would end up in prison. So on the days when I want to grumble, mumble, murmur and complain, I am reminded of how faithful God is to his word. He has done and is doing exactly what I asked him to do.

And though at times I feel at the brink of insanity, I quickly come back to my senses when I realize that it could always be worse and yet, it continues to get better.



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