Count It All Joy

Yesterday, I realized how much I love to control things.

And maybe not just yesterday, but really every day of my life.

I had to cancel something pretty important for my daughter because of her eye infection, and the act of not showing up at the time dictated by my Google calendar felt like nails in flesh.

I talked to her about this, said offhandedly, “I hate when there are hiccups in life.”

And she said, “But isn’t that what life’s all about?”

She can often be much smarter than me.

And as I was walking angrily yesterday morning, and then stretching angrily after that, and then hand washing dishes angrily because our dishwasher caught fire Sunday morning before church (true story), God nudged me a little, reminding me about these hiccups, these small tests and trials accurately wedged within the pockets of my days.

Count it all joy, He says.

And I will.