I ended my day today watching fireworks over our hill. It was a very good day. As we turned to walk back in the house, my son slumped his shoulders, as though if we had only stayed out on the deck for a few more minutes, we might have seen something amazing.
Like a father, I said, “Son, you can choose to mourn the things you imagine you might have had, or to rejoice in the good things you DID have. But you have to choose.”
God says that to me a lot lately.