How Great is Our God
This morning was tough.
I was feeling overwhelmed with housework, unexpected frustrations, a fussy teething baby.
In my mind, I was feeling sorry for myself while Judah was eating his lunch and Charlie was spitting puréed peas on my face.
Then Judah quietly started singing “How great is our God, sing wif me, how great is our God…” over and over. I couldn’t help but join in with him, and in no time at all, as I began to magnify God, my problems and frustrations became smaller and smaller.
So thankful that God can use my 2-year-old to get rid of my selfish “woe is me” attitude and remind me to keep my eyes above, not on my problems.