I have always dreamed of having a third bathroom. Yesterday, my dream came true. A port-a-potty sits proudly in our front yard. We are having work done in the back yard, and the workmen set up "facilities" in the front.
You probably remember the adage, "Be careful what you wish for." Well, I did wish for a third bathroom. And I did wish for work to be done in the backyard. My result is a turquoise port-a-potty.
I wish for many things. I wish to be thinner, younger, and more talented. I wish that my hip didn't hurt, that I had every designer purse ever made, and that I could write a New York Times bestselling book.
As I review that list of wishes, I realize how selfish and shallow they are. What am I not wishing for a softer heart and a more forgiving spirit? Why am I not wishing that I could be a more loving wife, a more supportive mother, a better friend? Why am I not wishing that I could show my Father in Heaven by my actions and words that I love Him?
So, for today, I am grateful for a port-a-potty in the front yard and the reminder it offers to be careful what I wish for.