Regaining my Perspective

I love my kids. I really do.

They are good kids. They love each other. There are mornings that I find them snuggling together, giggling and planning their day.

It's not uncommon to walk in on them on their knees praying for Miss Jen.

Hunter loves to read his Bible at night. Maddy loves to care for others.

Driving to school, they will hold hands while planning their recess adventures.

Today at the pool, I watched as they played together as though no one else existed.

Together they warded off the bullies who attempted to push past or drown every small child in the endless river. They were self appointed guardians. My question is where were the big kids going in such a hurry. They were in the endless river. Could it really be that important to get "ahead" of everyone else? Seriously. They were only headed to the same place-hence the term endless.

I know, I know. It sounds to good to be true. Yeah, well sometimes it is. I have left out the several examples in the last 24 hours of their selfish attitude and air of entitlement. Why? Because left to that outlook, I would probably lock myself in my room and rock back and forth for hours.