A sippy cup? Why would I take pleasure in a sippy cup?
Bear with me, I will answer that.
Today was one of those days where it seemed like nothing would go my way. I woke up with a migraine, I had pain in my right arm where I had lymph nodes removed last year, the house was a mess, Sydney over slept and missed the bus and the list goes on.
So as I continued feeling sorry for myself, I ran outside to see if there was any money in my car's ash tray. I needed a few singles to give Sydney for her Father's Day sale at school. I had already searched my "go to" spots: the couch cushions and my husband's pants in the laundry to try and find enough money. My last chance was the car.
I have been away in South Carolina for the past four days so no one had driven my car since I left. It was very hot here in NJ while I was gone. I looked in the window of my van and saw my son's sippy cup on the seat. Ugh! I whispered a little prayer, "please Lord, let the cup have water in it." I knew that if that was milk that I would be throwing out the cup and smelling the curdled milk in my car/oven for days to come!
I opened the cup to find boiling hot....WATER! I was ecstatic! I decided to take that cue and stop complaining about my day and to be thankful for that sippy cup.
I changed my attitude, put a smile on my face and thanked the Lord for the many, many blessings that He has given me!