As much as I endeavor to ‘bring revolution’ into the world in which I live – bringing God’s Kingdom to earth every day in any way I can – there is always a groan in the midst of the glory.  Can you relate?  As you can see here, my life is filled with opportunities to praise God in the midst of it all.  After waking before the sun to seek God and ponder His Word, anticipating all the good things to come and the victories awaiting…I prepared a perfect triple batch of Malt-o-meal for Seth, my fifthborn, who loves the stuff, when, pulling it from the microwave to give it a good stir and admire it’s consistency – wow, it really came out well this time – OOOPS!!!, as it slipped through my potholders and down to the floor – breaking my new baking dish (drats) into a million pieces and propelling the sticky goo across the Pergo…all the way to the pile of dirty laundry awaiting my attention.  Life is filled with reminders of our clay feet.  The challenge is not to wallow in the mulleygrubs, but to rise above it all and find His glory – even on our hands and knees while scrubbing stubborn spots on the floor.  Praise Him in every little thing!  Thank Him for life and children and food and hope!  Don’t give in and live low, even when all the circumstances beckon you there.  Dance over your broken pieces, dirty laundry and disappointments. He is faithful and He will meet you!  Believe HIM!