Some days I think that I have problems. I think that my dilemma of beef or chicken for dinner is something to spend time pondering and that my place in the car line is a stress.
Then I get a text from a friend who is pregnant and her blood pressure is too high and she’s been put on bed rest to protect her health and the health of the baby.
Some days life falls out of perspective and I see that my worries are not worries at all but instead inconveniences of a suburban mom.
I’ve placed a link below for a beautiful song. This has been my prayer for peace lately…whether I’m thinking about chicken or my friend.