I am Grateful for Goat Cheese

For a long time all the things that made Job, Job lay dormant. The hard times that we thought were behind us (or chose to ignore) and whose sharp edges that hurt had been eroded a little with time all in some way or another have resurfaced thanks to people with no morals or heart. And it hurts all over again. The things that were unbearable but eventually with prayer, laughter and a good dose of sarcasm became manageable have reared there ugly heads. Part of me yells, "Go ahead, BRING IT ON!" That is the part that remembers the sweet message calmly whispered to me in tough times, "you are strong." The other part pleads "Why me? Why us? Haven't we had ENOUGH?" I have always trusted in an inherent goodness in mankind though I'm not sure I had "faith in humanity" as the saying goes. If I did...I am quickly loosing it. Perhaps I need a simple change in focus (or a trip far away). I should remember the things I have, like Oprah's old gratitude journal. So here it is:
Day 1 - I am thankful for goat cheese, my boys, and a flower bed that needs to be finished- because that is the only thing that is getting me out of bed today.