My rose colored glasses broke in toddlerhood I believe. My husband lovingly refers to me as a pessimist. I prefer the term realist but more than likely, he is closer to correct. I have almost always assumed the worst would happen and this world view, generally unfounded, has acted as a life draining force for myself and those around me. I don’t know how or when this mindset occurred. If you reach back in my archives, you will see my parents are my heroes, as is my husband. More than likely, this pessimism is a reflection of my grappling with faith and trust. Lately God has really placed on my heart the verse about the lilies of the field and how He clothes them. And lately, while I don’t believe my temperament will ever do a complete 180, I have begun to emerge from my eeyore cloud of gloom and doom.
I have begun to see God’s blessings more and more and for this I am grateful.
Consider this past weekend. Flylady.net has continued to guide me in decluttering and cleaning my house. I almost cry when I think of all I have been missing out on and how much joy and peace a clean space gives you. My husband’s granddaughter turned three today. We hosted her birthday party at our house Saturday and because of the affirmations and encouragement that I find in flylady’s system, we did not have to do the usual feverish cleaning – the house was sparkling and we were relaxed by the time the first guest arrived. I do not recall hosting people before when I was not stressed that I hadn’t finished the house. What a blessing!
Another blessing bestowed upon me is our home. We found our home the day it went on the market last year. It was priced to sell and nothing comparable has come close to it in our market since then. The house is located down a quiet wooded lane across from the river. It is a modest brick ranch but through the trees by our neighbors’ homes, we can see the river. Half a block away is a small word of mouth family campground. The same people camp there year after year and Saturday nights they have karaoke on the waterfront. While I am not a camper, they have welcomed me with open arms, and I sit under the pavillion each Saturday night, watching the sunset over the water, awaiting my turn at “bad karaoke”, and thanking God for the beauty of His creation and for our home in a location where others pay to vacation.
These blessings are not a result of being rich – we are far from rich in money, but we are extremely rich in God’s goodness to us. The longer I live, the more I realize peace is not found in the material things. I am reminded of the Shaker Hymn “Simple Gifts” Written by Shaker Elder Joseph Brackett, Jr. most specifically the first verse:
“‘Tis the gift to be simple,
’tis the gift to be free,
’tis the gift to come down where you ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
It will be in the valley of love and delight. “
For today, I feel like I am in “the place just right”.
Praise God for HIs goodness and gifts.