I guess it's how you choose to view things.
Recently I was out with a friend when we saw a mom with her three boys. My friend (whose only child is a sweet and docile non-boy) said wide-eyed to the lady, "Oh, wow--Your life must be just crazy!"
The lady replied, "No, my life is blessed." And she walked off with her three sons.
Now even though there was a teeny, tiny bit of "M.Y.O.B." in her reply, I loved what that woman said! Even more, I loved her perspective.
Because I am sure she does have crazy, chaotic moments. I'm sure the noise level in her house can get pretty high. I'm sure some days she reaches her limit.
Or at least I'm guessing, because this all describes my life with only two! :) But it's still such a blessing. I'm not saying I don't need to get a breather in from time to time. I'm not saying I don't feel defeated. But there are times I feel people look at what I have and think, "Wow. Craziness."
Perhaps a little crazy. But if we're going to reduce it to one word, I'd prefer blessed.
Lord, let me take full inventory of what You have given me--all of it--and have the perspective and gratitude to call it blessed.