In my last post, I mentioned how life/work has gotten in the way of my writing and how frustrating I find the situation. It sounded a little whiny, but the truth is I have little reason to complain because by any measure, I’ve been blessed. Yes, there are things that I wish were different. My father is ill, and I worry about my mom since she gives so much of herself taking care of him, but overall, I have so much more for which to be thankful.
Yesterday, after church, my youngest son and I were driving home, and he asked which part of my life has been the best: when I was a child or now as an adult. I had to stop and think about it because I had a wonderful childhood, but I also really enjoy my life right now. I can’t honestly say which is better. That insight alone told me what I should always remember:
Be grateful for the joys with which I’ve been blessed.
And the corollary: It could be worse