Last week I was hit with some sort of anxiety attack. I had all kinds of ideas of self doubt and overwhelming lists pacing through my head. I had a major/minor freak out. Enough to wake up Alan and call off a girls trip. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before. Ever.
I was able to regroup throughout the day and managed to make the girl's trip. But while my heart was still racing and I was hovering near Alan for comfort, we migrated outside so he could burn some yard debree. While we were standing in the front yard I looked upon our house, as if a stranger. Had it not been less than a year since I was actively praying for a new home, more space for my family? And here we were.
From the outside everything looked peaceful. From the outside, things were almost as they should be. But I knew the truth...on the inside were piles of laundry, filthy toilets, birthdays to plan, meals to prepare and creative ideas in which I couldn't seem to find the time.
I had learned a long time ago not to judge a life by a home's exterior. I have had friends with large beautiful homes that are now divorced. And friends with the strongest of marriages and faith that have downsized. I am fully aware that it is not the home that make the family. But the relationships inside.
Yet at that moment, as I was on the outside looking in, I caught a glimpse of what others might think of my life. (Not those close to me, I'm a pretty open book). Eye opening. Look at what I have to be thankful for.
I do have a home to raise my family in, a family that is alive and healthy. A do have a large yard that we can make memories in. I do have an abundant amount of events to plan this season, because I have family and friends to share my days with. And I do have a full blown mess to tackle in my home, because lives are being lived here.
So today, now that I am back at peace, I can look from the inside out and see all I have in which to be grateful.
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What do you have to be grateful for?