The not so charmed life.

My boss describes those days, weeks, or months where things just don't go right as Satan nibbling at you. I could write a whole post about how awesome it is to have a boss that understands that bad days aren't caused by bad karma, the universe being misaligned, or your horoscope, but I'll save that for later.

You know Satan is nibbling at you when things continuously go wrong. If you don't know the kind of days I am talking about, I recommend checking your pulse to make sure you are actually alive. If you are alive, then I really have nothing nice to say about your charmed life, except good for you (and yes, I am saying it in a very jealous and snotty way)

Today was one of those nibbling days. One where you feel like Satan is trying to beat you down, God is trying to strengthen your faith, and that you just want some ding dang chocolate and a Coke.

The day started to turn sour at the exact moment that smoke started to pour out of the hood of our new (as in from 1989, but new to us) car.

The day got worse when I turned on the wrong oven burner and proceeded to ruin one of my Pampered Chef cookie sheets that was sitting on top of said burner. It turns out that although cookie sheets do great in the oven, they are not all that awesome at stove top cooking.

As the grand highlight, I prepared everything I needed to make spaghetti for dinner only to realize that I didn't have a very important ingredient...spaghetti.

Sophia then started to cry and being the strong capable Mom that I am, I sat down on the kitchen floor, pulled her into my lap, and started to cry with her.

I was at the end of my rope, that special place where I am literally two minutes away from ordering pizza, putting on pajamas, and not doing anything else for the rest of the night.

Then a series of events quickly transpired that changed everything.

Ben, who is always there to reel me back in, came into the kitchen and assured me that my cookie sheet was not ruined. Instead, he argued, it looks like I am some sort of super baker.

It turns out that if you make macaroni and cheese and put spaghetti sauce on it that you get a cheesy and delicious pasta. Who knew?

And finally, the one thing that took our night and put it back on track was when I opened the refrigerator and saw this.

I screamed "Connor help! There's a ghost in the refrigerator! He came running into the kitchen opened up the fridge and started cracking up. Then we were all laughing and there was something about that laughter that took a bad day and made it somehow okay.

Life is painful. Sin permeates this world, yet we endure. We endure for our family, we endure for our loved ones, we endure because we know that Christ endured sin, death, and the devil for our sakes and that He is here enduring with us. We know that all things, even busted up cars, broken cookie sheets, mixed up meals, and sad babies, work together for our good.