Today was one of those days where I was feeling sorry for myself. One of those days when I tried everything on in my closet and nothing seemed to look good because I thought I'm fat and I'm having a bad hair day. The day when I wake up and its a blizzard outside and I go to scrape off my car and slip on the ice... not to mention with a towel on my head.. I bet the neighbors had a good laugh. And to top it off my hubby is gone in sunny beautiful California. He has been going back to this last month or so for days at a time to work hard for us. I have been trying hard to be so supportive but I'll just say it, I MISS HIM! And I just don't like to be alone... So I was just feeling sorry for myself. Poor me alone in my house on a Friday night with nothing to do. Then I thought of Japan.
And how many people are suffering and alone in that country right now. How many have lost their loved ones, their homes, their possessions, and so much more. So I started to feel silly for feeling sorry for myself and my insignificant ridiculous what I thought to be problems. And I started to feel grateful. Grateful for a wonderful, wonderful husband who loves me and works so hard to provide for me and our future. Grateful for a healthy body that is strong and beautiful. Grateful for a warm roof over my head to cozy up in this blizzard. Grateful for a family that loves and supports me no matter what. Grateful for the opportunity to get an education and to be free to do whatever I choose. But most of all I am grateful for a loving savior that loves me even when I feel sorry for myself for the silliest things. Grateful that I am never truly alone. I definitely needed a kick in the butt today and remembering Japan did just that. My heart broke for those people and I just can't imagine what they are going through. But I know one person who does.. who knows what each and every one of us go through on a daily basis. And for that I am grateful. I think I am going to go here tomorrow morning and I can't wait.