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​Bad News Wednesday

The other day I wrote about how bad news seems to travel in threes. I wish I could say that story ended there… but apparently bad news also has a preferred delivery day in our house — Wednesday.


The other night I got the phone call no parent loves getting: my daughter broke her finger. And not just a little break. She broke it good. The kind where doctors have to numb it, reset it, and put it in a cast. When she decided to do it, she apparently decided to make it count.


And as I sat there processing it all, a strange thought crossed my mind… every bit of bad news we’ve gotten lately has landed on a Wednesday.


Now before anyone thinks I’m throwing a pity party, I’m not. Things could always be worse. There are people walking through far heavier things than a broken finger or the other bumps life has thrown our way. I know that. I’m grateful that this is the kind of “bad news” we’re dealing with.


But I’ve also been praying lately.


I’ve been praying for God to slow my life down.


Not because I’m unhappy with it — quite the opposite. I’m incredibly thankful for the life I have. I’m thankful for this farm, for my husband, for my kids, for our messy, beautiful days. I’m thankful that God entrusted me with this life.


But like so many people in this world we live in, it’s easy to fall into the trap of always looking ahead. Always asking for more. Always wondering what’s next or what if. We chase goals, dreams, plans, and the next big thing… and sometimes we forget to sit still in the blessings we’re already living.


So lately my prayer has been simple:

God, slow me down. Help me be present. Help me appreciate what’s right in front of me.


And honestly… I feel like God might have a sense of humor.


Because if you ask for life to slow down, sometimes He delivers that request in ways you didn’t exactly expect.


A broken finger means doctor visits, sitting still, holding a hurting child a little longer, rearranging plans, and paying attention to the moment you’re in instead of the ten things you thought you needed to do next.


So maybe Wednesday is just the day the hard things show up.


And maybe that’s not such a terrible system.


Maybe we get one day a week to acknowledge the frustrations, the disappointments, the unexpected bumps in the road. Maybe Wednesday is the day we’re allowed to say, “This part is hard.”


But then we get six other days.


Six days to be grateful.

Six days to laugh.

Six days to love the people around us with our whole hearts.

Six days to thank God for everything that’s still good.


Because even when a Wednesday shows up with bad news… the blessings in this life still outnumber the hard days.


And for that, I’ll always be thankful.

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