How do you rate?

My dad has a saying that I can remember him
mentioning countless times when I was young (er).
Usually he would say it in regard to us getting to
have pizza on a night he worked
(he doesn't even care for pizza).
Or if our mom would make a special meal and he
did not get to have it because he was working
that particular night.
He would say,
"How do you rate?"

I couldn't help but think of the saying when I
saw this in our living room earlier this week.

Samuel has been shafted to the mock pillow-pet as
his horse while Katrina rides Black Beauty
(well, Brown Beauty, but you get the idea).

And yet, Samuel is just happy to go riding with
his big sister.

Lord, help me to have the same attitude as Samuel
is displaying in these pictures.
He is simply happy to be riding.
I want to be happy riding too and to not be
looking around at all the other horses, wondering why
those people "rate" so much better than me.
They don't.
You love me and the test of Your love for me
is the cross.
PERIOD.
Thank You for the cross.