Thankful For Reality
Today I am thankful. Not because my life is perfect or today is easier than any other day. I'm not feeling extra thankful because I didn't lose my temper while getting the kids ready for school this morning (I did lose my temper).
I'm thankful for the reminders that there is more to life than what I see and what I feel. There is more than what I desire. There is more than my plans. My human heart can become infatuated with perfection, but my life is nowhere near perfect. There are imperfect people that live under this roof. And I can honestly say that I am thankful for the imperfections.
The thick and thin through marriage. The ups and downs of parenting a strong willed child. The unknown of disability. How my daughter hides things when I need them most. It all seems so imperfect at times. But when I stop and think about my husband, my children, the dishes piling up and the food-smeard highchair—I am so thankful.
I should live in this reality. But my expectations are far from reality. How sweet it is to notice the struggles, challenges, and heartache, and still be thankful. The people I love are wrapped up in those things. I am wrapped up in those things.
There is nothing to gain from striving for a perfect life, just disappointment—a wasted life.
So I am thankful. And I am also amazed at how imperfection has made me a better mom and a better wife. I have to let go of my ideas and find beauty in what God has displayed before me. The days are short but they are rich. There is so much to learn from. So many imperfections to be changed by—for the better.