God is Good. Period.
Yesterday, my family was having a lovely little Sunday. In the afternoon, Josh had gone on a long run and I was hanging out with the boys. I fed them, changed them, read some books with them, and then snuggled with two cranky boys on the couch. Shortly after Josh got back, I had two little angels sleeping, one on each side. By this time, it was after noon and I was STARVING! So as not to disturb the boys, Josh made me a bagel and cream cheese and I ate it, somehow, in between the boys on my lap. Then this dawned on me.. I was wearing clothes from the night before (so I could get ready in a flash for church and so I didn't have to think about it), I was unshowered and un made up, and was trying to eat my lunch made for me by my dripping-in-sweat husband after his seven mile run, while two babies were drooling as they slept against each of my shoulders and I don't think I have ever been more happy and more appreciative in my whole life....