because there is always one good thing.

The days turn into months and turn into years. And how easy it becomes, looking over each hour of the day, all of the rottenness that consumed it. The whines. The tears. The spills. The job. The house. The exhaustion. The unknown.

But there is always, always one good thing.

There is. If you look.

And if you look hard enough, you may find that there are many, many good things.

The forever friends that fellowship over spilled rice and miso soup.
The phone calls, just to see if you are okay.
The hugs and sweet compliments on your children.
The red birds in your yard, are they distant cousins of the ones from your youth?
The warm cup of coffee, the sliding of bare feet to hardwood, the early morning fellowship with the One who breathes life into our souls.
The comfy couch on which you curl into a tight ball, even if you burned one of the cushions a few weeks ago with a straightener. (Don't worry. Your husband has already noticed.)
The undies of a potty trained child, the wobbly handwriting of a first year author of compound words, and a child that has the unique talent of using three pacis at once. Those are good things.
Girls that laugh with you late into the night, when the earth is calm and the sky is pitch. They are not looking around at your messy house. They are looking at your messy heart. And they love it. And you.
A church that could have only existed for just one person. 
The husband that loves, even when love is not what you deserve. He knows there is a greater good ahead. And he holds our hands and his head high, and leads the way. Strong, if only by the Lord's grace. 

Beautiful. Because it all is, really. Because there is always, always one good thing.