Confession.

Today I went grocery shopping to restock the kitchen.

It was late (for us), and I had about an hour to get the shopping done and get Annabelle in bed.

It is the day before a snow storm, and right after work for most people.

Really, just not ideal.

I circled the parking lot (with 20 other people), waiting my turn to get a spot (the WHOLE parking lot. Not just the grocery store...).

When I finally got to a spot, I posted something one Facebook to the tune of:

"I'm not sure if there's anything worse than having to go grocery shopping the day before a snow storm."

I left it up, I didn't even remember that I had put it on there until my husband mentioned he was sorry about the timing.

When I went back to look at it, I immediately felt convicted. Nothing could be worse? That isn't true, and it seems so unnatural to complain about something so stupid. Yes, it is a chore I do not particularly enjoy, but

I am blessed. I am blessed to have the resources to purchase groceries. I am blessed to have a family to feed. I am blessed to have a warm home to bring the groceries into on this cold, cold day. I am blessed by the kindness of strangers and friends who ooh and ah at my precious child and help me unload the cart, and pick things up when I drop them.

Thank you, God, for every little thing. I do not deserve this kindness any more than another. If my life were to change, please give me the grace to thank you still. Forgive me for when I complain about the goodness I have received. Thank you.