I’m not sure why I’m frustrated today. I think when days have too many possibilities or expectations placed on them, they can become more frustrating. Is it my daughter’s whining? That’s a background of my life. I’m sure I was throwing my own version of a tantrum this morning. Was it the wind blowing like a fiend, blowing my trash can full of trash over and then my hair all over my face?!! Was it the missed opportunity to bike after days and days of rain? (it was too cold and blowy to go). Is it the problem that I can’t make go away no matter how hard I try? I’m not sure.
But I do see the beauty in the day. The cherry blossom pedals carried in this mischevious wind. Tea with a friend. Laura’s imagination. Sara’s evenness. Irish soda bread from Larsens (Danish making Irish!) No rain. So God adds balance to my frustration. And I live in the day the Lord has made. I will be glad and rejoice in it despite my frustration.