Rough Day For A Thursday (or I’ve Had Better Monday’s)
Troubles, troubles, troubles.
So many stacked one on top of another.
Sometimes it seems as if life and the world want to beat you down and keep you down.
But, if I stop to think about it, I have a job that provides for my family. One that I’m relatively good at (let’s not be modest; I’m excellent at it) and is there to give me troubles.
I do like a challenge.
I have more than one car. We have three, actually. Two of them are paid off and in reasonably good working order. There’s that.
I have a roof over my head. Food in my belly. A wife that loves me. And two kids that, for any of their faults, are probably more respectful, outgoing, kind, and well thought of than a lot of people I encounter.
Blessed beyond measure.
I hope I never really get what I deserve for my past sins.
I hope that I can make up for them.
I’ll take the troubles on my shoulders and keep moving.
Some might say that’s what I’m supposed to do as a father and a man.
And they’d be right.
That’s it. That’s the post.