Last Monday- early in the morning I sat there just pitifully feeling sorry for myself. My hair dryer broke- great get to spend money on that- Sprained my ankle badly carrying the 37lb monstrosity of the Toddler in our backyard- Our ceiling in our living room started leaking(AGAIN)- that is the third time in the two years we have lived here- PITY PARTY PITY PARTY.
Then a serious wake up call happened.
The Boston Marathon was bombed by terrorists.
When the Toddler woke up from his nap I spent the rest of the day just counting my blessings.
Yes- my heart is having a hard time-but we have an amazing Doctor who is trying to figure everything out.
The hair dryer broke- seriously? Why did this make me so upset? It is just a hair dryer. Just money.
The ceiling is leaking water. Well- thankfully we have a handy repairman down the street that knows our economic situation- it will be fixed. It is just money. We still have a house- our home.
My ankle is sprained. Nothing that R.I.C.E can’t fix. Frankly, it is just my ankle.
I am ashamed that I was so upset at those little things. That I didn’t acknowledge sooner that we are so blessed- that we will be fine- that we have each other.
My heart aches for those that do not have their loved ones anymore. From Boston to West Texas. My heart aches for you.
