Today wasn’t a very spectacular day. I heard my kids get up and chat away this morning. I heard them head upstairs for their breakfast. And get sidetracked by all their toys.
It was a day like every other day. A day full of blessings.
I got out of bed and got dressed just like every other day. My body hurt, but that’s pretty normal. I have friends who are in so much pain that the simple act of getting out of bed, and making it to get dressed are monumental tasks. It’s one of those things that we can take for granted, forgetting other people are praying for that simple little daily task.
I got my littlest out of her bed to get her dressed for her day. The third baby that I’ve gotten to hold this side of heaven. I get to do that. Every day.
I went to church without any worry of persecution for my beliefs. Because I am blessed to live in a country where that freedom is protected.
I had the chance to check in with some family. And watch my baby boy show love to his Aunt, who is struggling right now. We are blessed to live close to family, and we are equally blessed that they allow us to walk through life with them. Struggles and all.
I met my husband at his work for lunch. Because when you own your own business, work isn’t 9-5 Monday to Friday. It isn’t even 8 hour shifts 5 days a week. It’s been 7 days a week most months for years. But he has work. He is able to provide for us. Something millions of people all over the world can only dream about tonight.
I came home to my house that has electricity, appliances, furniture and clothing. Because again, I am blessed.
I don’t have to worry that my electricity is going to be turned off because I had to choose food over light.
All those dishes in my sink? They mean that my family has regular food, and I have the privilege of washing my dishes in a kitchen. With hot water. Something those of us in a first world country take for granted almost every single day.
I got to watch my girls play outside today. My beautiful, amazing 10 year old girl, splashing in the baby pool with her little sister. Watching their faces light up when they discovered something new. Or when I got to watch my “baby” run over to her big sister, and big sister’s face glowed with love.
There are so many more things I could mention. But I think I’ve made my point.
You have a choice every single day to wake up and look for the good. And the more you look, the easier it becomes to find.
There are people living in your neighbourhood praying for what you take for granted. And I don’t mean to downplay those bad days. We all have them. But if today is the worst day of your life, doesn’t that mean tomorrow can only be better?
Today I choose joy.
If you have a prayer request, I would love to lift you up in prayer. Leave a comment, and I will be praying for you!