Shame on Me

I woke up to Wednesday morning brrr. I woke the kids up and got one in the shower, the other eating breakfast. I went into the kitchen to make school lunches. Grabbing the bread I looked inside as I counted the pieces. One, two, three pieces of bread. Grrr. I was a little irritated, both at myself for not having made sure there was enough before I went to bed and at whoever ate just enough for there to not be enough for two sandwiches. Fortunately I had just enough change for one of them to buy lunch at school. Back upstairs I waited for my son to get out of the shower so I could jump in quickly and then get us on the road. As he exited I noticed we were out of towels. *sigh*. I know where they all are, they are on the laundry room floor. There is literally no laundry in this house to be done-except for that one load of towels I didn't do yesterday. I grabbed a little hand towel which would have to do and stepped into the shower and turned on the water. Seriously. Are you kidding me? No hot water. GRRRRR. This morning was not starting out so well.
Redressed now, and really cold I stood shivering by my bed and turned on my computer for a look at the morning headlines. I forgot to be cold as I saw the young man's face on my screen. Twenty three years old and captured by the taliban. I read the story about his life, how he joined the ballet and rode a bicycle and how he planned to marry his girlfriend. And how he joined the Army and was then captured. All of a sudden I was ashamed of my paltry complaints. God forgive me for my murmuring and complaining. Lord, I lift up that man to you, give him courage and be near him. And even though I know it's against all the odds, I ask You anyway to bring him home safe, because nothing is too big or impossible for You. In Jesus name, Amen.