I knew when I got home I’d be greeted by a tiny, grinning face peeking through the mini blinds, and also by a small crowd running out the door to help carry my bags after smothering me with excited kisses. They would say a million times, “I love you, Mommy,” and it was the soundtrack of my life that never grew old. Somehow God had entrusted these little angels into my charge, and every day in their presence was like opening a present, again and again, but never losing its magic. Sure, parenting was exhausting and frustrating at times, but it was also the best gift I’d ever been given.
When I left work I had seen a rainbow in the sky. A promise from God to not harm His people. I wasn’t promised that life would be without challenges or that problems wouldn’t come my way, but I was promised a future without harm, a future that was prosperous. It’s just that prosperity isn’t always a full bank account. Sometimes, most times, prosperity is a full heart. My daily walk was overflowing with miracles, and when you could see beyond your battles you’d see your blessing.
Inconvenient red lights didn’t carry as much weight, and dwindling account balances didn’t cause me to break. Slow internet was just that. An aggravating work day no big deal. God’s promise outweighed my problems and seeing my abundant blessings was a simple reminder of His goodness. It was easy to get distracted by life’s downfalls, but it was just as easy to find the silver lining of any storm cloud.