It seems to be a human condition that we are so much better at communicating when things are bad, than when they are good.
Maybe that's my problem? Because honestly, I am just grateful. Really really grateful. I am incredibly, abundantly, amazingly blessed. Sure, I have my problems, we always do. But for the most part, my life is rich.
I creep into the dimly lit bedroom to stand in awe at the blessings God has given me. Two precious lives, breathing deeply, in and out. Two sets of lungs working perfectly, two hearts beating, two perfectly healthy tiny people who bring me so much joy. I lie in bed and listen to the even, peaceful breathing of the man I love, who loves me.
My tummy is full, I am safe, and protected, I do not live in fear. I live in abundance. I am surrounded by so many wonderful people who love me and help me, and I try to never take it for granted. I have friends, people who like me, and people who I like, and the happiness and joy that gives me never ceases to amaze.
I am blessed, extravagantly. I honour The One who provides me with this abundance. I worship Him and praise His name, because of all that He is, and I thank Him, for all that He has given me.
I live a rich life, and I am grateful.