Blessed

Blessed I am, but blessings are as slippery as an ice cream cone on a hot day. My best blessings and ice cream cones are the ones I share with another. Why ask for a double scoop if I don’t plan to share?

Why did I pray for rain and then complain? What did I expect? If I pray for rain, shouldn’t I get my umbrella ready? Will I never learn to be content?

Rainy season is back. I enjoyed the motorcycle this summer and now I’ll need to adjust my schedule to the rain’s. There’s usually a small window of time between sunrise and 10:00 AM when the clouds regroup before their next assault. Being wrong means getting wet, but it adds to the excitement.

Why did I pray for rain and now complain? What did I expect? If I pray for rain, shouldn’t I get my umbrella ready? Will I never learn to be content?