I read a blog post this morning about this topic. Pretty boring, right?
I have to admit I relate. I used to hate it too. Then one day I thought, “LIFE is like filling an ice cube tray”: as my good fortune overflows, I have the opportunity to help others and my fortune flows to others and theirs to others, and so on. (It might help to explain, I fill the tray from one corner, with the tray tilted.)
When we bought a new house a couple years ago, I finally got a fridge with a water and ice dispenser. I’ve wanted one my whole life. Now I kind of miss filling ice cube trays by hand.
Read the blog post on Apartment Therapy.
It’s funny the things we complain about, when so many of us lead privileged lives. I resent doing the laundry, but have a washer and dryer in my house. I dread the constant grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning up, forgetting how fortunate I am. I recently came across a piece of paper where I wrote something cute my daughter said. We try to remember to say Grace at dinner. For a long time it was always the family favorite, “God is great, God is good, Let us thank Him for this food.” But then sometimes we’d list things we’re grateful for. That inspired my daughter to come up with this one: “God, I love when you’re in my heart so much and I love that you put all this food in my fridge and I never run out and I don’t have to drink dirty water that’s in the ground.” She was only 4 at the time and I honestly don’t know how she came up with this. Maybe something I said once, maybe from Sunday School. Maybe she learned about missionary work to build wells in Africa. Wherever she got it, I think it’s great for her to understand that not everyone is as fortunate as middle class Americans are. And maybe someday she’ll grow to understand how much we are all connected.
Check out all these variations of ice cube trays.