So often it’s easy to take for granted all that we have. I’m guilty of this. Though I (usually) don’t find myself pining over more stuff, I do long for more space, more freedom, more relationships.
And really, it gets me nowhere.
I have been bombarded by a message for the past several weeks. (Ask God for clarity and man does he deliver.)
The message is:
“Be content. There’s no use trying to build something unless you have the right motive and my help. Be yourself.”
It’s funny how much it keeps coming up. It’s a gentle reminder, but a very clear one. Stop striving. Be thankful. Be sweet, be who I made you to be. Help others.
So today, I’m thankful.
For my sweet husband who supports my radical devotion to changing the world and endures my stubbornness. I’m thankful for the way he longs to serve others.
For my kids. They are loud, crazy and I swear, they pee on everything. But they’re loving, sweet, generous, intelligent, curious little adventurers. I’m grateful that they can walk and run and that they’re healthy.
For my family. Ian has commented many times that my brothers and I have a weird relationship – we talk to each other almost every day. And I love it. We’re also very close with my parents who are very generous people. I’m so grateful that they’ve modeled that to me.
For my friends. I have been so blessed in the last year with new friendships. It was something I prayed and prayed for and boy has God answered. Especially with friends named Jenny.
For you. I started writing as a creative outlet and it’s turned into so much more than that. Thank you for connecting with me, for enriching my life, for encouraging me. You are such a blessing.