I'm not sure why, but I've always had the good life. I look all around at people with their real, heartbreaking or difficult challenges and wonder why. Another word for enjoying the good life is blessed, as my Grandma M would say.
I'm not sure everyone who gets horrible challenges deserves them- probably most don't. One thing I'm sure of-- I've done nothing extraordinary to have been blessed so much. Another thing I've noticed. Many of those same people would tell you that while it's true they've had some struggles, they're nothing like others'. I guess it's all perspective.
Even in the speedbumps in my life, I have easy reminders of my blessings. I have my amazing wife, who knows me better than I do, and can anticipate what I need before I say it; I've got three little blessings, each coming to me in the most miraculous way possible and who are daily reminders of God's mercy, I have my very life, which has been preserved time and again, against all odds. I have so many more, it's impossible to look around without seeing them.
I truly have the good life. I've been able to live in foreign countries, travelling the world, experiencing diverse cultures. I have hope in the highest blessings of a loving Heavenly Father. I have joy everyday, in one way or another. I even have a great job that allows me flexible time with my family.
Sometimes I wonder if it can get any better. Then I look back at past years when I thought the same thing, and realize that it did. I know trial, dissapointment and tragedy are unavoidable, but I also know that in every case in my life the blow has been softened or the burden lightened.
Labels: Ponderances
