Grey day contemplations

I was driving home with Evan after dropping Parker off at preschool, and I was thinking about how the roads in Park City (it's in between Gurnee, where preschool is, and North Chicago, where we live) are, and how cold and grey it was. I was looking at the gas tank, and wondering if I'll have to fill up tomorrow, or if it can hold out until Thomas has to drive on Friday night. I was also stressing about having enough money to fill that gas tank, as well as pay rent and all our other bills. And then I realized, despite all these negative and difficult things--constant nausea and fatigue being top of the list--I was happy. As hard as things are, I know we're in the right place, doing the right things. I felt peace and contentment while driving over potholes, and very grateful for that gift of the Spirit. Things might be rough. I might often be miserable--but I can still feel peace and happiness. I wouldn't change it. Well, maybe sometimes I might wish I could, but we all have our moments!