I have heard many times that we need to praise God not just in the good times, but also in the bad times. I have to admit, I generally understood the concept, but how could someone praise God for a broken dryer, or spilled milk? Those just seem to be annoyances rather than chances to praise God.
It's amazing when you keep God as your focus, how your perspective changes. God has been blessing us in amazing ways, and in so many ways. Some are huge blessings that you know could only be of God, to small blessings like a broken dryer and spilled milk. What????
A couple of days ago, my littlest daughter wanted to be a big helper (she loves helping mommy clean, and mommy loves the help cause, mommy doesn't like to clean) so she went to the dryer and cleaned out the lint tray. I went in later that morning to switch loads and did not realize she never put the lint tray back in. Needless to say a sock got sucked down the lint vent and jammed the dryer. NOOOO!!!! My husband was out of clothes, and I was planning on doing my laundry marathon that day. So I call the repairman. He will come the next day and I will have to go to Mom and Dad's to do a couple of loads. At least, we can all be appropritely dressed for the next day. In the midst of all that, hubby was talking to a friend and the friend found out our dryer was down. That friend (praise God for friends) came while I was at Mom and Dad's and fixed our dryer!!! WOOHOO no need for the serviceman! My husband and friend were able to go to the movies later that night and have some male bonding time. Much needed friend time that would not have happened had our dryer not broke. Praise God! Not only that, I had to clean up the laundry room to be ok for the repair to go into. So praise God I got a clean, orgainized laundry room that I was not planning on doing that day.
Oh and the spilled milk. My young son was preparing his own bowl of cereal, which he is capable of doing on his own. He had put the gallon of milk on the table in case he wanted a seconds. Hubby comes down and sees a huge puddle of milk on the table. AHHH! What happened? I was right in the kitchen and young son never mentioned a spill. He was as surprised as we were. So the investigation begins. Somehow when he put the milk on the table it sprun a leak. Praise God the leak sprung on the table and not in the refridge!! What a big mess that would have been to clean up. Whew!! So I just poured the rest into a pitcher, cleaned up the mess and sang praises to God for spilled milk on the table (and not in the refridge).
So praise God for broken dryers and spilled milk!