Thou Shalt Not Murmur

When no matter what, I can't force myself to write, I shall post church signs.
(And when you people out West have bad blogging days,

I would really like to see what you come up with for interesting church signs)

So, my life is out of control.
Living the gospel consumed every waking moment and

even many of the sleeping ones last week.
After the weekend, I thought I would be rested....

And, I admit that I was mad that my husband and I didn't get (nor still haven't gotten) 2 minutes to ourselves to celebrate the good bar news.
(I mean you think after 10 years of married college life and still succeeding at having three children , we would have figured out how to steal away 2 darn minutes?)

So, what did I do in response to our craziness?

I had a weak moment and murmured to a friend this morning.

So, what did God do in response to my murmuring?

He took away those protective "your car is 10 years old angels" and he let my minivan die!

Man, I should have read these church signs more carefully last week

and been happy with our lives of service and not angry and resentful.

So, yes, I am going to learn from my mistake.

Instead of saying, "Holy CRAP what am I going to do this week without my car?"

I am going to choose to say, "Wow, God is so good to me. I am so grateful to have one car that both my husband and I can share this week. What would I do without that one car to carpool my kiddies, my hubby, and myself to ALL the places I need to go in preparation for the Ward Picnic I am in charge of on Friday?...Oh, I am so blessed to have that one little car."