You know what’s nice about having a broken toilet?
It reminds me that I have a second toilet.
Isn’t that such a blessing? …To have toilet options?
And you know what would be nice even if I didn’t have toilet options?
That all of my neighbors are kind enough that they’d graciously offer their own toilets if I really needed it.
I’m thankful for good neighbors and one good toilet.
I’ve got another one.
Brian and I need not venture to the Andes as we have our very own mountain of laundry to put away. When I say mountain, I mean mountain. We’ve been trying to catch up on laundry the past couple of days, but it seems like the never-ending chore. There’s so much laundry to be sorted, in fact, that tonight when we had company for dinner, I just insisted that Brian kept the bedroom door shut.
My embarrassing and overwhelming pile of laundry just reminds me that 1) I’m so blessed to have such a provision of clothing that even when I’ve gone ten days without washing/drying one garment, I still have clothes to wear and 2) I have doors.
Is there anything in your life that isn’t necessarily ideal, but with perspective just reminds you how good you’ve really got it?
Good perspective! I’ll think on this and get back to you ….
I can’t quite think of anything right off hand but I do know that I am pretty spoiled. If I want or need anything at all, I have it. Thing is though, that I don’t want/need for much. I’m pretty simple.
Is there anything in your life that isn’t necessarily ideal, but with perspective just reminds you how good you’ve really got it?
My husband called me to rescue him the other day because as he was driving to work, his car died–the front structure collapsed and the car bled out. Normally I’d be tempted to groan with frustration, I was instead very thankful because 1. If it had happened the day before while he and I were driving on the highway, we could have been killed, leaving our teenage son orphaned. 2. He was driving slowly on a city street so he wasn’t injured. 3. We have another car that he can drive to work. 4. While we waited for the tow truck, we got to talk to people who lived in the neighborhood that he broke down in, and it was a peasant experience.
LIKE.
wow! I’m so glad that ended well and that you have another car to drive
i can SO relate to this–i work in an addictions clinic at a Veterans’ hospital
so many of the vets i see are homeless or very close to being so. i don’t go to bed at night without being grateful that i have my own place (all 600 square feet of it) with doors that lock, clean sheets and blankets in a bedroom that i have all to myself, a bathroom that i don’t have to share; a kitchen that i can use any time i want, places to put my food knowing that it won’t go bad and that it won’t be taken or used by anyone else (unless the cat somehow develops opposable thumbs); and the list goes on.
so many of us take what we have for granted and we DO need to remember that compared to so many others, even in this prosperous country of ours, we have it VERY good!
and to add to the above–after every Christmas ‘bust your gut dinner’ (an annual event in my small apartment) i remember to be thankful for the huge piles of dirty dishes and pots and pans because those piles mean that my guests and i were able to enjoy good food and fellowship together
one of these days I’m gonna be there for your “bust a gut” Christmas dinners
I remember when you used to always keep your bedroom door shut. That’s cool that except for the days that you are behind on laundry that you are now proud enough of your bedroom to keep that door open. And it’s not ideal that we don’t have a good place for a coat rack and the coats get piled on a wee little table by the door. But boy do we have plenty of coats. And a door to come through……who cares if there’s no perfect place for coats to hang!
Love this!!!!