I am having a self-pity moment tonight. I can’t really pinpoint why it started but I am knee deep in it. I am just sick of cleaning to have the house look like a tornado hit just hours, sometimes minutes later. I am sick of not having any money or time to myself. I want to go on a date with my husband. I want someone else to cook and clean. I want to eat a greasy hamburger and I want to eat it by myself with no one to judge me. Whine, whine, whine, whine, etc.
Self-pity doesn’t do anyone any good! I know that, so why do I sometimes let it get me down? We all do it, get focused on the crap and we lose sight of all the good. Well it’s time to remind ourselves of all we have. My pastor often gives the anecdote: I felt sorry for the man with no shoes till I met a man with no feet. Someone always has it worse than us. What about all I have? I have a wonderful loving husband and 3 healthy kids. I have a warm house to live in and food in my cupboard. I have hands to type this blog. I have the ability to take a walk with my kids on a warm day. I have nice tile floors to walk on. I have two working eyes to see God’s creation. I have ears to hear my daughters sing. I have arms to hold my infant son. I have the abundance to have a choice about what I want to eat. To some I have it all.
Now don’t you feel better? I do. Counting your blessings is a perfect combat for self-pity.
No comments:
Post a Comment