The other day I realized that I have been so wrong. I've been so busy, working so many hours, with very little time to do anything else and really tired. It's been easy to feel sorry for my self and to complain about this or that when someone asks me how I am. How am I? Tired, overworked, tired.
How am I? Extremely blessed, healthy, warm. Whatever food I want or don't want. Water - pure water that I take for granted. Sunshine and heaters. A car and a truck and an SUV and a boat and, and, and, and... two jobs when others don't have any. One grandbaby sleeping soundly in the porta-crib in my huge closet that easily serves as a napping place and 7 others tucked away in their own beds for the night.
A son who has put his own selfish desires on hold and is walking the streets of Vancouver everyday in the rain and dreariness bringing joy and the Truth to people from the far corners of the Earth that are in the right place at the right time to hear my son tell them what they have been looking for. He writes letters home that end with "Love you mom."
I couldn't be more blessed and repentant for not realizing it.
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