Every so often I need a good reminder that life isn't so bad. Yes, our little family has it's challenges and I frequently feel as though I am not very good at being a husband or a dad. This is usually compounded by something malfunctioning within the inner recesses of my car, one of the kids microwaving a pancake for 3 minutes, or watching the latest windstorm rip the shingles from my roof and deal them onto the lawn as if it wanted to start a game of Texas Hold 'em. Events like these usually leave me wondering if anyone else struggles as much as I do and why I am being picked on.
That reminds me of this little treasure of a book. Some of my greatest learning experiences have not come from great tomes of literature. They happen in little packages my children can understand. Alexanders day does seem pretty terrible, horrible, no good, and very bad. His mom's wisdom at the end of the book doesn't fix the day but contains a lesson we can use to survive all those days that make us want to pull the covers over our head and avoid facing our challenges.
Usually in reminding me that life isn't so bad the Lord will often point out that life could be much worse. I am a firm believer that if everybody threw their problems into a pile I'd be rushing to pick my own back out again. What I have learned through my latest bout of poor me syndrome is that my current state of being is seldom my permanent state of being. And even if the grass may be greener in Austrailia there is also probably some exotic snake or spider that would try to kill me.
From Alexander's lunchroom table I give you:
6. Gently
unroll the cake and spread on the jam, leaving a 1-inch border at the edges.
Re-roll the cake gently but snugly around the jam, leaving the parchment behind
as you go. Trim the ends, then transfer the cake to a platter. Let the cake
cool completely, then dust with confectioners’ sugar before slicing and
serving.
That reminds me of this little treasure of a book. Some of my greatest learning experiences have not come from great tomes of literature. They happen in little packages my children can understand. Alexanders day does seem pretty terrible, horrible, no good, and very bad. His mom's wisdom at the end of the book doesn't fix the day but contains a lesson we can use to survive all those days that make us want to pull the covers over our head and avoid facing our challenges.
Usually in reminding me that life isn't so bad the Lord will often point out that life could be much worse. I am a firm believer that if everybody threw their problems into a pile I'd be rushing to pick my own back out again. What I have learned through my latest bout of poor me syndrome is that my current state of being is seldom my permanent state of being. And even if the grass may be greener in Austrailia there is also probably some exotic snake or spider that would try to kill me.
From Alexander's lunchroom table I give you:
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