On Thursday night, at RUF, one of the freshmen from my Bible study said "Bad things come in three's." So, depending on how you count, they could be over . . .
Depending on how you count.
1. My dad in the hospital
2. My car ignition
3. The Bears
4. The bad car accident on Thursday
5. My broken heart -- life breaks hearts, doesn't it?
But thoughout it all, I have a much longer list of ways He has blessed me. My dad is alive. I have good car insurance. No one died in the car accident -- not even a broken bone. Gail. Sarah. Andrea. Ross, Jenny and Avery. Everyone who cares about me.
This morning, I spilled milk on the stairs on my way up. The first thing I thought of? Today is Saturday. The last day in my unlucky week. Saturday to Saturday, one week. I think tomorrow's going to be much better.
He doesn't give us anything we can't handle, right?
Right?
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