Dear Diary,
Dear diary, today started off… rough. Nothing I put on felt right. I was rushing out of the house, scrambling to figure out what to pack for lunch, and my toddler was moving at her usual slow pace. It already felt like one of those mornings. Then, to top it all off, my water bottle spilled at my feet—soaking my bag, my husband’s bag, my lunchbox, and even my pants. As I tried to clean that up, my coffee spilled everywhere too… and yes, this all happened in the car.
Normally, this is the kind of moment where I would get flustered, frustrated, short-tempered, and honestly just wish I could restart the entire day. But today was different.
Each time something went wrong, I paused, looked at it, and just kept moving. When the water spilled, I realized I had caught it early—it was only half the bottle, not the whole thing. There was a bright side. Then when the coffee spilled, everything that could have been ruined had already been moved from the first spill. No hot coffee soaked the bags, no sticky mess on the important things. Another bright side.
Even though the morning felt rushed, we still made it to daycare at a decent time. I had a moment to talk with a friend and even rinse off the car mat so we wouldn’t have to deal with a sticky mess later. And to top it off, it was a beautiful 80-degree day.
So many things went wrong… and yet, so many things went right.
I truly believe the difference in my perspective came from these past 40 days of choosing to be in the Word instead of consumed by the world. I can feel the shift in me. Where I would normally spiral into frustration, I found calm. Where I would see chaos, I saw grace.
I’m not saying the morning was perfect—it wasn’t. But I can say that I saw it differently. I can see now how easily the enemy can try to push our buttons in small, ordinary moments. But when we’ve been spending time with God, something changes. Our hearts soften. Our reactions shift. We begin to mirror His character more than our own impulses.
And that changes everything.
This isn’t a long entry today, but it’s an honest one. I just wanted to reflect on how a morning that could have been completely overwhelming turned into something unexpectedly beautiful.
I’m thankful I was able to see the good. And I can’t help but think—that’s how God sees us too. Even when we feel like we’re in the middle of a storm, He sees beyond it. Maybe He even invites us, just for a moment, to peek through the clouds and notice the beauty we would have otherwise missed.
Because sometimes storms aren’t just disruptions—they’re necessary. They build resilience. They water what’s been dry. They remind us that God is present and faithful in every moment.
Today wasn’t a big storm. It was a small one. But it was a beautiful storm.
And I’m grateful that God allowed me to peek through the clouds long enough to see that He was there all along—even in what felt like a mess that really wasn’t a mess at all.
God’s Love and Mine,
Carrie
