Story by Sarah Whitman
I complain: The laundry basket never stays empty.
God reminds: Your family never goes without clean clothes to wear.
I complain: I hate to cook.
God reminds: Your family never goes without food to eat.
I ask: Why can’t my kids chill out for 10 minutes?
God reminds: You have never seen the inside of a children’s hospital.
I say: There isn’t enough time to do everything I need to do, much less what I want to do.
God reminds: So few of these things did I ask of you.
I say: I look older reflected in my minivan window.
God reminds: Yes. I gave you these years.
I ask: Will I ever be enough?
God asks: For who?
I say: I keep messing up. I worry. I raise my voice. I forget how lucky I am.
God reminds: Luck has nothing do with it. Everything in your basket, I put there with purpose. And I never asked you to carry it alone.