Gifts

My day has been far from perfect. I woke up early to register for a class, got in a line, and waited outside in the cold for three hours. I then shivered my way over to my class, ate my peanut butter sandwhich, and sat in class for an hour listening to a professor who I can barely understand. As I walked back to my apartment I felt that, at best, the day had been merely average, and probably a little less than that. But then something came to mind that I read on another woman's blog this summer. She was talking about the importance of counting our blessings, and despite how cliche it sounds, I completely agree with her. Because once I did I realized that today was a great day, not a sub-average one. To start with, I am in Ireland. Yes, I sat in line for three hours, but I was sitting in a beautiful courtyard surrounded by a 19th c. building covered in green and red ivy. Out of the 100 people waiting, I was one of 8 who lucked out and got a seat on one of the benches. I got the class I wanted, while the majority of those in line probably had to resort to their third or fourth choices, and yes, I was cold, but I got to warm up with a delicious hot chocolate and peanut butter sandwich. To top it all off, on my way back to the apartment the sun came out (something I am learning not to take for granted) and the view of the river was gorgeous. I was reminded in a great way that God is working in both big and little ways, we just need to pay closer attention to see it.