Thankful: the hiccups
Yesterday, my car wouldn't start.
Then, I was having tooth pain.
Then I lost my wallet.
But then, I got it jumped.
And my teeth felt fine.
And my boyfriend found my wallet.
Every so often I feel like there's a streak of just plain junk going on, but usually it's something little that I uselessly flipped out about and I find it remedied soon after. It's those little things that I flip out about that get fixed and I realize I consistently take them for granted. Taking something for granted doesn't necessarily mean neglect to be thankful for it, but quite often for me it does. When I take something for granted I'm not thinking about the fact that it's a blessing. It's not that I feel entitled to blessings, but remembering that most of my "norms" are blessings isn't easy or common for me. I get used to things and I forget that they are things to be thankful for; things to wonder at.
I usually take it for granted that my car starts.
I usually take it for granted that I don't have chronic tooth (or any other kind of) pain.
I usually take it for granted that I even have money and a wallet to loose in the first place.
And these are blessings on multiple levels. I don't deserve for my car to start. I, on my own don't deserve anything good and that's one reason. Another is that the fact that I even have a car to drive is more than a lot of people in the world have.
I can't stop these little hiccups from happening (and even if I could, I don't know if I always would), so I want to make the best of them and remember how fortunate I am to have those things in the first place.
I'm thankful for times when things go awry for a while and I'm reminded that I am thankful for how they normally are.
I'm thankful for those hiccups that shake me but turn out to be a harmless reminder that I am exhorbitantly blessed.
Then, I was having tooth pain.
Then I lost my wallet.
But then, I got it jumped.
And my teeth felt fine.
And my boyfriend found my wallet.
Every so often I feel like there's a streak of just plain junk going on, but usually it's something little that I uselessly flipped out about and I find it remedied soon after. It's those little things that I flip out about that get fixed and I realize I consistently take them for granted. Taking something for granted doesn't necessarily mean neglect to be thankful for it, but quite often for me it does. When I take something for granted I'm not thinking about the fact that it's a blessing. It's not that I feel entitled to blessings, but remembering that most of my "norms" are blessings isn't easy or common for me. I get used to things and I forget that they are things to be thankful for; things to wonder at.
I usually take it for granted that my car starts.
I usually take it for granted that I don't have chronic tooth (or any other kind of) pain.
I usually take it for granted that I even have money and a wallet to loose in the first place.
And these are blessings on multiple levels. I don't deserve for my car to start. I, on my own don't deserve anything good and that's one reason. Another is that the fact that I even have a car to drive is more than a lot of people in the world have.
I can't stop these little hiccups from happening (and even if I could, I don't know if I always would), so I want to make the best of them and remember how fortunate I am to have those things in the first place.
I'm thankful for times when things go awry for a while and I'm reminded that I am thankful for how they normally are.
I'm thankful for those hiccups that shake me but turn out to be a harmless reminder that I am exhorbitantly blessed.
