Friday, June 3, 2011

It could be worse.

Sometimes I throw myself pity parties. It's true. I do.

Sometimes these parties are just with the hubs and me. Sometimes they are on the phone with my mom. Sometimes they are at a lunch date with by BFFs or during lunch with coworkers.

Poor me. My baby won't sleep. I wish I could stay at home with my kids. I don't have anything to wear. Yada. Yada. Yada.

I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me {usually} & 9 times out of 10, I'm not asking for help. It just helps to vent my frustrations.

But last night, while laying in bed, I couldn't help but to count my blessings. In every situation that I feel sorry for myself about or frustrates me, it could always be worse.

Deuteronomy 26:11
"...celebrate all the good things the Lord, your God, has given your family..."

Ugh. My hair looks like crap. I can't get it to fix the way I want. It's too frizzy. Not curly enough. Not straight enough.
But I have my hair, unlike the woman when is fighting for her life against breast cancer and has lost her hair because of the chemo.

This sucks. My hubby has to work late {doesn't happen very often, but when it does, it drives me crazy}, which means I have to cook and clean up dinner, bathe the kids, and put them to bed all by myself. after working all day.
But there are thousands of women {and men} who's husbands are serving our country and fighting for our freedom. And they don't get to see their families for months.


Sure, Grayson was up 3 times the other night. For no reason. Just needed a kiss, to be covered up, and his bunny.
But there is a momma out there that was up all night with her baby who has cancer or some other terminal illness.

Boo hoo. My water line broke which took Matt 12+ hours to fix. And we have a $900 water bill.
But I still have a roof over my head. Unlike the hundreds of tornado victims that have lost their homes in the last few weeks.

{Associate Press, Mike Gullett}

God has blessed my family in so many ways. More ways that I can count. We are all healthy. We have a home. And cars. And we have jobs that allow us to pay our bills. If I really tried to count my blessings, I'd be counting for days.

It makes me think about the hymn...
Count your blessings, name them one by one
Count your blessings, see what God has done!

Sure, sometimes things aren't ideal. There are always things that happen. Everything doesn't always go how I want. But I am blessed. And it could ALWAYS be worse.


  1. So true! Thanks for reminding me to count my blessings and be grateful for what I have!

  2. What a great post! I think I need to just sit down and write down all my blessings. I love that hymn, too!


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