A couple weeks ago, Ethan called me with a broken down car.  He needed me to pack up the kiddos and rescue him again.   The night before, he called me at two in the morning, his car key had fallen from his pocket in the snow somewhere between 2nd South and the Gateway in downtown Salt Lake City.    After accepting the present circumstances, through groggy eyes,  I loaded up the kiddos and we started the hour and fifteen minute drive to Salt Lake to rescue our handsome Mr. V again.

I don't always know why some things occur the way they do.   It usually takes me some time and a step back to see the blessings from what was at one time vexing me.   However,  I'm slowly learning to bless whatever circumstance I'm in and to find the good in the situation.  "At least Mr. V isn't hurt...... Thank you for keeping him safe......... Thank you that it's only two in the morning instead of four...... when my best and most dreamiest dreams usually occur............ Thank you for heated seats..........  Thank you for clear roads.........."

I kept myself awake for the drive by counting each and every blessing I could think of in my present circumstances.  I wanted to see how high of a number I could get to before reaching my destination.    Sometimes it can be so tiring-- learning life's lessons through struggle.  There's a better way.   In the rush of my daily life, I realized there is much that I miss.  I'm thankful for a car ride in the wee hours of the night, reminding me of all that is right in my world.