Last night, I was catching up with my friend who is moving away to do amazing ministry work overseas and he, knowing that I just moved into a little house, asked me how it was. "Oh, Freddo, I love it! It's great! But," I responded, "it would be better if . . ." My voice trailed off and I paused. "No. Actually, I'm pretty happy with it as is!" We both laughed and the conversation continued.
And I realized that contentment had snuck up on me. It wasn't something I had fought or even looked for. It was just there.
There are plenty of serious or petty things I could have filled in that blank.
- I had a husband to snuggle me every night.
- I had a roommate to cook for me sometimes.
- Someone volunteered to clean my house at LEAST once a week.
- I had more friends to invite over all the time.
Hurts and Fears:
- My latest relationship that just ended because he gave up and that still makes me sad.
- It's difficult to find community; I wonder if the people who are part of mine really find value in me.
It wouldn't be difficult to think of more. In that moment, it didn't matter. I lost all of my excuses to be unhappy or bitter, and I was okay.
Today, I am grateful for the small moments that make me realize that life, while crazy and unexpected, is chock-full of grace and mercy.