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Ugly/beautiful blueberries

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Just how we all long to start our mornings... an entire $9.00 bag of frozen blueberries spilled ALL over the kitchen floor.  But, this time the morning went quite differently than it would have a few months ago.  I can't remember the exact conversation, so I'm going to tweak it a bit, but it was something like this...

BLAKE - "Mommy, why you not mad?" (I had dropped the blueberries, not him).

ME - "Well, mommy is trying to learn how to think happy thoughts even when bad things happen."

BLAKE - "Why?"

ME - "Because God gives us SO many great things to be happy about...sometimes even things that seem bad are really good - like spilling blueberries."

BLAKE - "Did God make you pill the bwueberwies?"

ME - "I don't know, but I know that He gave us the blueberries."

BLAKE - "Why?"

ME - "He gives us LOTS of things - like food to eat, and toys to play with, friends to hug"

BLAKE - "Because He wuvs us?"

MOMMY - "Thats exactly right, because He loves us!"

I don't know about you, but I have a strange feeling that this time - God just might have "made" me spill the blueberries :) :) :)






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