So yesterday a friend asked (via facebook status) what the worst part of every one’s day was. I saw this question at around 2 or 3 in the morning while I was up with Elias, and he was not being successful at going back to sleep. I was tired and annoyed because he had had the hiccups for an hour, and then just couldn’t get to sleep after for quite some time, meaning I also was being robbed of precious sleeping time. so as I was pondering his question, I decided that I was then experiencing the worst part of my day! I was so tired and I knew that alex had to work for most of the day the next day so I would not be able to have him watch the baby while I napped, so I might have a very long night and then a long day ahead of me!!! But as I thought about this idea that this was the worst part of my day I was amazed at how much God has blessed me with. Yes, it is unpleasant not to be able to sleep and rest when I want to, but I also look down at the little one causing all the ruckus and I see that he is healthy, alert, alive and well and I see how blessed I am. how can I complain about a few hours missed sleep when God has blessed me so abundantly with this little baby who is beautiful and loving and healthy and content. There is much in my life that has gone wrong in the past, much that I wish never would have happened the way that it did, but I can still smile and see how blessed I am even through the crazy things that I have been through, God has kept me the entire time, and that is truly awesome. So I am actually planning on often asking myself what the worst part of my day was, especially when I am feeling upset, because then it is much clearer to me how blessed I am, even in the middle of sad or difficult times. It is an interesting new perspective for me, not hiding from the hard things, but seeing the good in them and the blessings of God through them. 
