and delivers them out of all their troubles.
~ Psalm 34:17
The real test - the challenge for me - is this. When it's hot and humid, and the cat throws up on the carpet, and I drop the yogurt on the just-mopped kitchen floor and all is not well with me and mine. Does gratitude spill then?
Have I truly cultivated an eye for life's mercies? Will I still count my blessings - name them, list them, play them on the keyboards, speak about them, paint them - on difficult, less-than-stellar, horrible, no-good days?