Last week, we had a kind of disastrous trip to Wal-Mart. I knew before we went that it wouldn't be good, but I was already in town, and I needed to go, so I dragged the girls into the store. We had been there for less than five minutes when we had to make an emergency trip to the first aid section for some BandAids.
And yes, I was that person. You know - the one who opens up an item and uses it in the middle of the store before they pay for it. Yep, that was me.
But it was SO worth it. The tears stopped flowing as soon as Micah got a Princess Tiana BandAid strapped to her bobo. Life was good. For all of about five minutes. That's when Kendall had a meltdown. Her sippy cup was empty and she wanted more milk RIGHT THEN.
And so, I was that person again. I hightailed it over to the dairy section, grabbed a quart of whole milk and proceeded to fill up her cup in the middle of the store. Crisis averted.
We made it through the rest of the trip without any major mishaps. Both of my girls were happy for the time being, and as I drove out of the parking lot and caught a glimpse of their smiling faces in my backseat, I couldn't help but think that this messy, crazy, chaotic, and hectic life that I'm living is a beautiful one indeed.
Sometimes it's hard to look past the mess and see the beauty, but it's there nonetheless. Today, I'm praying that God will help me find beauty in the midst of the mess.
What are you praying for today?
Until next time, grace and peace.