The Bucket.

(I decided to start a new blog, something to keep me accountable everyday in the way of being thankful. Far too often I get lost in the mundane, routine bordom of everyday- forgetting that every single day, everything that happens is puposed for me. There is always a reason to find joy, even if it is just that I am breathing. I will do my very best to include pictures.)

Today I am thankful that God listens to even the tiniest of prayers. I was down by the river with the kids and my mom, and Pizee let go of her prized "Tinkerbell and Friends" bucket. The current down the river is very fast and it carried the purple bucket away swiftly. Pizee, knee deep in river wearing only her sherbert orange "Saturday" panties, lost her mind. I waded out as far as I could, and my mom did also- no bucket. Atleast 4 minutes passed and I thought for sure it was gone forever. Just then, my mom, a good number of feet down from me said, "I have it! I have it! I prayed that God would just send me the bucket and it floated out of nowhere right to me! I don't even know where it came from!!!"

Thanks God, for relieveing me of the stress that comes with a toddler meltdown, and for safely returning P her favorite bucket.