It's birthday party day.
But, somehow, it seems that all of the duties of getting ready for fiesta time have fallen to my lot. I'm going fast. I'm attacking each job with vigor. I'm attacking stains on the floor. And then I'm attacking family members as I realize that all this violence on house cleaning is a solo project.
So, I yell.
And not that "Help! I need somebody" type of yell.
Two-year-old temper tantrum type yell. I'm at my rope's end.
And then I pause and I remember...
God is using every circumstance to conform me to the image of His dear Son. Well, of course, I remembered this.
Right after I remembered that our windows were open and our neighbors are doing lawn work today.