It's days like these that make me want to trade my problems for someone else's.
Let me set the stage: I am tired. I am unmotivated. A few more annoyances popped up, again. Zach pooped on the lanai, again. Ryan desperately wants to wear underwear but can't figure out how to pee in the potty. And there is drama. Husband/wife drama and parent/child drama and 9 year old imagined drama.
So as I am cleaning up poop, I get really frustrated and I wish I lived someone else's life. I'm not sure who I would pick, but surely their problems aren't as bad as mine.
Then more thoughts pop in my head. Their problems are just as bad as mine, just different. I've gotten to know enough people to know that no one has the perfect life. We might not openly share our problems, but we all have them. And I think about something my friend said, "If we all put our problems in a circle, we would pick our own out again."
So, I would love to trade lives with someone... knowing full well I would want mine back again. Maybe this time, though, I would appreciate what I have. Because it is the life God gave to me. And these are the people He picked for me. And His plan is perfect... even when I forget.