Bummer

Tomorrow is my birthday and I just recieved a call from my husband, who is in Mississippi volunteering at a shelter, who told me that he won't be making it in tomorrow morning for my birthday after all. I am so bummed. I started thinking all of this really awful stuff until I realized that, hello, he is there serving people who have NOTHING left. They are living in a shelter with a few hundred others who have nothing. He said that he expected a lot of people from Texas to arrive tomorrow. I am sure that the volunteers have their hands full and I am so glad he is there to help them out. Now I am feeling pretty crappy for being so upset over this. So what if we don't get to spend the day together tomorrow. Many people are separated from loved ones and don't have any hope of being reunited any time soon. Some people lost loved ones. Who am I to complain about not going shopping with my husband or going to lunch or out to dinner? When are these people going to do these things again? God is good. He snapped me out of my pity party quicker than I wanted Him to, but I am so grateful.
So tonight I will be thinking about my husband in grubby week-old clothes, sleeping in a shelter with many many refugees, eating mass produced food, and experiencing something so big that I know he won't come home the same man at all. I can't think of a better birthday present.