Looking around there is always so much to be grateful for. This weekend I am grateful that my child is no longer as apprehensive/nervous/mad/scared about changing schools next year (after “shadowing” at her soon-to-be middle school). Her frown has been turned ‘upside down’ so to speak and that makes this mama happy. Like my Aunt Deborah always says, ‘you’re only as happy as your saddest child.’ My babies are happy.
I’m also grateful for child labor. The yard is done and now it’s on to the simple things like doubles date nights, TV watching, beach work and church. My kind of weekend.
- Why all the sports? The answer surprised even me. Kristin is a local mom of 5 active kids and has a fantastic blog, you can check it out here
- Speaking of Trader Joe’s Cookie Butter, check out this list of their 17 best selling products
- A funny (and relatable) motherhood post ‘That time I egged my own car’ by Kaly Sullivan
- And last but not least, I’ve been saving this message from our Pastor, Wayne Curry, because I love this message of gratefulness. If you want to subscribe to receive his weekly emails ‘From the Rev‘ you will be glad you did! (email email@example.com to be added to the listserv)
I mowed my lawn on Monday and as I mowed I noticed a number of brown patches. Somewhere between last fall and spring season some bugs or worms must have gotten unleashed and now parts of my front lawn looks like the patchy, sun-burnt head of a bald guy with a terrible comb-over. In fact, I’m pretty sure if you went on Google earth right now and you hovered over North America, you’d see a big brown spot…that’s my front yard.
And to make matters worse, my neighbor across the street has this yard full of perfect lush green grass. The kind that we’ll have in heaven. The kind where you want to take your shoes off before you walk on it. The kind you roll around on and don’t get itchy. It’s beautiful. Yes, her grass is definitely greener.
But you know what’s interesting? I’ll venture a bet the homeless man I passed on the way to the office today would love to have my yard. As a matter of fact, my brown patchy lawn would be a dream come true for that man because that means he would have a house to live in. Do you see where I’m going with this?
I’m not saying the grass isn’t greener in places or you don’t have anything to gripe about. I’m just saying that maybe before you start complaining you might want to step back and think about that man or woman who would love to have your ‘brown patchy lawn’. Think of the person who dreams, prays and hopes for the ‘nuisance’ in your life that you complain about. Remember….
…your out of fashion clothes is a Haitian orphans best clothing.
…some barren couple out there wants your messy kids.
…millions of uneducated adults would be more than thrilled to sit through your boring college classes.
…many folks would gladly trade their unemployment status for your cubicle.
Well, you get the point.
My neighbor’s grass might be greener but at least I have grass and for that I can be thankful. To be honest…and I’m not proud of this…one of my biggest struggles in my ministry has been getting so distracted by ‘that thing over there’ that is bigger and doing great things that I start to lose focus on ‘this thing right in front of me’ that God has given me the privilege of leading.
It’s like a silly cycle we all go through. We have something someone else wants. We want something someone else has. It’s like the lyrics of a song I was listening to the other day: “Everyone wants everyone else’s everything.” Have you ever read “The Great Divorce” by C.S. Lewis? As I recall a portion of it, there is a scene where people are actually in heaven, but they can’t see it past their complaining.
At the ripe old age of 64 I’m still learning…to be thankful…to be content…to stop complaining…to just play the game and let God keep score.
What about you? What is something you have a tendency to gripe or complain about that could be someone else’s dream? You might ponder these words today: “I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.” (Philippians 4:11)
You are loved,
Hope you have a wonderful Mother’s Day Weekend!