#blessed

At the beginning of this week, I was sitting in a chair at our table, just reading and eating like so many other mornings, as baby napped quietly in my room. I was sitting there thinking about how Matt is in a great program at UNC, studying something he loves and preparing for a job he's excited about that will jumpstart our future the way we want. I was thinking about the darling, clever, baby of joy sleeping in the room over who fills most of my moments with bursts of love and pure happiness. I was thinking about the peace I feel about having a job I like for some extra money and preparation for a cruise with my family in sunny California and Mexico that will be all fun and much-needed time with those we love. I was thinking about how I love my church calling and the service I've been able to provide for people these last few weeks because of that calling. I was thinking about how happy I felt at that very moment. And I really did feel incredibly happy. I was overcome with how happy I was in that moment.

I think that moment will keep me going for some time, becuase—of course, IT'S ALWAYS LIKE THIS—the rest of my week was not so great. I wasn't so productive, I missed a class to teach, I didn't get outside and do as much out & about with Ada as I should have, I wasn't as lovey to M as I could have been, I was reluctant to serve most of the time.

And yet, here I am, still with all of these many, many blessings, and with a life of peace and happiness. I can still sit here and have tears fill my eyes as I think of all I have. I will not have these things taken from me unless I choose to be unhappy and not appreciate the blessings I have until they can no longer be given to me.

Now I just need to keep working on being fully worthy to receive all of these blessings. And more.