When my daughters were small, I used to wish a for a day (or an hour!) without crisis or correction, tears or trauma.
It took me a while to learn how to quickly recover from the negative things that could derail a day. Eventually, I learned that the glory and delight of raising small children was embedded right there within the chaos. No longer did I expect The Perfect Day to be executed without a bump.
This truth applies in a broader sense. I doubt if there will ever be a time when there is not a worry or a care. Whether it's on the periphery or smack dab in the middle, a potentially pressing problem usually exists, and it will want to claim center stage. I've noticed that often the most treasured moments or days occur right in the midst of a heart searing trial.
It is my desire to have eyes to see the jewels in the gravel, instead of trampling them underfoot because I’m looking for pain free perfection. Life is good, and I purpose to savor the sweetness of it.
