All I could see were the dirty sticky floors, the mold in the bathroom, the cobwebs in the corners. Everywhere I looked...flaws, flaws, flaws. My external surroundings seemed to be mirroring what was going on inside. I felt stuck and out of control. Tears and more tears. I should be thankful and grateful. I have a good life. But some days I feel stuck on the negatives.
The kids hung a rope across the driveway. Sarah wanted to have a yard sale. Dad suggested making a sign. Why don't you spell out grace. Each of you write a letter and we will hang it. Come on Mommy you can help.
So that is what we did. I do not look so happy standing in the driveway in my pajamas holding my letter A and still feeling I should be in the kitchen cleaning up the mess from breakfast. Always something to clean up.
I helped to hang the letters across the driveway to spell out GRACE. I stood back to look at the sign hung by clothes pins on a rope between two trees. Suddenly I was surrounded by all my children hugging my legs. And it hit me. This was GRACE. I am so abundantly blessed. I am loved. I love my family. I have so much to be thankful for.
I just stood there and cried.
"Are you happy Mommy?" Sarah asked.
Yes....yes I am.