I keep being tempted to tell people I've had a horrible week, and it's only Tuesday. Between spending half the weekend in the tornado shelters, I think to myself, between that and my massive paper due tomorrow, and sleeping through a test this morning, and being sick, etc, etc - I've had a horrible week.
But really, I haven't. I spent the weekend in tornado shelters, yes, but we didn't have a tornado. We didn't even experience major flooding, as so very much of the state did. (Pray for TN, people. You might not think 12 inches of rain over a 2-day period is so much, but it does TERRIBLE things to rivers and to low-lying areas.) I have a 10-page paper to write, but I don't have the presentations that so many of my friends must give. I slept through a test, but the kind professor is letting me make it up. And I may be sick - but it's only a mild cold, nothing debilitating or life-threatening.
I have to keep reminding myself that though I have my small problems, I must not let myself blow them out of proportion. Compared to so many, many others in this world, I have a wonderful life. And even when I have my problems, I have my God too. And He is good.
Now that's a comforting though.