Yesterday was one of those days. From errands to nap time, school work to dinner, nothing seemed to go as planned. We did make crayons from the old broken bits we had lying around. We also did sticker books and played catch in the back yard. I had time to breathe after the kids went to bed in the evening, which something of a rarity around here. It seems there a few things for me to remember here. First, that I do well to count up all the good little things and measure my days by what is, rather than by what isn’t. It also seems that there is more be learned about receiving those broken plans as an opportunity for grace, a chance for the day to be something different than I had in mind. Something more. There is always more to be received, as our God is a God who always wants to give us more of Him. Sometimes I realize it.