Today is one where I have a laundry list of complaints and irritations about certain inconveniences life has thrown at me this past week. I want to get specific. Even name names. I want to detail every single factor that has significantly and negatively impacted another…and that somehow, after four days, it has seemed impossible for me to be anything but irritable, frustrated, even wounded. I want to carve it somewhere so it’s permanent, or climb on a building with a megaphone. However…
I’m not going to get specific. Mostly because I would only embarrass myself with how minor my issues really are considering the scope of human pain that exists around me. I would feel deceptively better if I wrote down the ‘who’s, ‘why’s, and ‘boo-hoo’s of this week, finding little bits of justice in sharing my experience. But I think I need to be quiet, refocus, and gain perspective.
My sister and brother-in-law were visiting Holland this weekend, running errands while Josh and I were in St. Louis celebrating with my college roommate, Lisa, as she got married. (I might have to write another post titled: Lisa + Craig: How to Have the Most Beautiful and Romantic Wedding of All Time. Including pictures of a garden ceremony with lilies and long-stem candles). Sara and Jesse were merely driving along when a man was thrown from a mo-ped on the street. My sister, a nursing student, had to overcome her bewilderment in order to perform chest compressions for a long period of time. The man, a dad of three, did not survive the accident.
I need to pray not only for their family, but for the trauma this caused my sister and brother-in-law. This incident reminded me of another tragic and sudden loss of a friend (I blogged about this) and JP’s customer, Rick Postma. Rick was a single full-time dad of his two children and passed away after falling down the basement steps of his house. Heart-wrenching.
It seems cliche to say “Life is Precious”, but the fact that the phrase has become stale is a tragedy itself.
I’m in an air-conditioned, loving home with my healthy family cozy in their beds. My husband gives me the “thumbs up” when I tell him I’d rather be home with my son and make crafts instead of chasing my previous dreams of higher education. My healthy little boy knows his colors, most of his letters, and lights up when he sees me in his crib in the morning. My neighborhood is trustworthy. My bills are paid. All things considered, I should spend my energy being grateful, seeing the miracles in Jack’s new vocabulary, baseball swing, dance move, or painting. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it as many times as I need to hear it myself:
I. AM. BLESSED.
I. AM. GRATEFUL.
Please, Lord, help me not take my blessings forgranted. Help me to focus on others rather than my own problems. Help me to look to the cross before I look at my own life. Forgive me for selfishly focusing on my own problems. There is a bigger world for me to be a part of.
If you’re grateful for something you don’t usually take note of or you often overlook, I’d love to know what it is…