Forgive me. I just vented.
But the truth is, amidst all those things there are so many, many good things. I know often times I let the SUCK of life get me down. The stupid things that stress me about. Or feeling the burdens of my husbands work stress (it's hard on wives now, too--trust me). Or the fact that there are applesauce splatters on my wall, and goldfish crushed into every crevice of my carpets. But really...things are good. And it's not just because of things either.
Tonight, as my husband was reading our daughter her bedtime story, our yorkie was curled up next to the recliner, and I was just sitting there, thinking, dude, I have the best life ever. These people that are in my life, they are what make it. Things are good.
Earlier today my sister and I braved the malls for a few last minute gifts and tried on a dress or two for some upcoming Christmasey events, and we just stared at ourselves, standing side by side in the mirror, and were all, dudes....we are skinny. Oh my gosh, look how skinny my legs look! Does my waist really look this small? Gosh, running has really made me have nice legs. And I smiled. Things are good.
We made one of those pre-made Stouffer kinda family meals for dinner tonight. Neither of us has the energy for anything else, and I fully expected it to be gross. I mean, it took friggin' 80 minutes to cook (good lawd, it took forever!) after all. But honestly, it was good. My belly was full, and we were satisfied. We had a hot meal. Things are good.
I've been complaining about having unwrapped gifts...but I have gifts to give.
I was annoyed that my husbands key got stuck (yes, STUCK) in the door of the house tonight...but I have a house. A warm place to call home.
The depths of filth (I so wanna blame my toddler for this, but I'll withhold) in my car disgusts me...but I have a good, working car.
Sometimes I feel the pull of family dynamics and it stresses me out.....but we have family. Lots of family. And great family at that.
Lots of times when I really stop and think about something, the things that feel like problems, or annoyances, or just little mishaps...really? Are just there to cover up bigger blessings. Or to chip away at my gratitude. And that's no good.
This Christmas I'm reigning it in.
I'm re-evaluating. And I'm taking note.
Thankful for all the people in my life. The place in life I'm at. And the things God has in store for us. They're all things I don't deserve, but I'm so blessed to have.
Things are good.