I have a friend who cries every time her kids have to visit her ex-husband because she’s worried he going to take his rage out on them.
I have a friend who is living in her sister’s basement because her husband prefers the smell of a bar and the company of another woman to her own loving arms.
I have a friend who is praying with every cell in her being that the cancerous tumor on her eleven-year-old daughter’s neck will just go away.
I have a friend who moved to Australia for her husband’s job. She’s had to fight a new diagnosis of breast cancer without her posse of friends.
Everyday, when I pick up my kindergartener from school, I ask her, “What was your Glad and what was your Sad today?” Her Glads range from, ” I got to eat chicken nuggets at lunch!” to “I made it all the way across the monkey bars!” Her Sads are often a lot harder for her to share. She’ll say, “I don’t know, Mom, it was a pretty good day.” or “I didn’t have any Sads, because I kept thinking about how I made it across the monkey bars.”
I think it’s time I started to ask myself the same question I ask my little girl. What was your Glad and what was your Sad today? I have so much to be thankful for… I think we all do.
My friend with the raging husband bought her own house and is showing her kids that even a mom can be a strong, independent woman.
My friend with the alcoholic husband is looking for apartments and rebuilding her bank account now that no one is siphoning off beer money.
My friend with the tumor on her daughter’s neck is driving to Mayo because she was able to book treatment with one of the best doctors in the country.
My friend with breast cancer in Australia is realizing not even an ocean will keep her friends from helping her fight this nasty disease.
I am so thankful that while most days I will have a Sad, God isn’t stingy when he doles out the Glads.