Blessings in disguise?
It’s been quite a week. After my son had an accident last night in my new-to-me car I stayed calm. He was OK. Thank God. Car, not so much.
I got to thinking, in a brief moment of pity, why is it that some people who don’t appear to be kind, that don’t appear to be of service and that don’t appear to be grateful, end up with wealth and success etc.
Then I reminded myself to keep my eyes on my own paper. Money does not bring happiness. And I have no idea if those people are actually happy.
Who is to say that this added financial burden and temporary worry about transportation (the car is undriveable) is NOT a blessing?
What if … what if he was meant to be hurt in the incident, but was not. What if this accident was meant to scare him enough to avoid a possible event in the future?
I like that.
I never get upset when I’m ‘stuck’ behind someone on the road. Perhaps I’m not meant to be 10 seconds ahead of where I am. If I forget something in the house, and end up leaving later than I meant to, who’s to say that didn’t save my life?
You never know.
When adversity hits – my blessings come crawling out of the woodwork. I had flowers on my desk this morning, a friend brought me to work and another friend took me home.
I am wealthy. Because I have an abundance of people who are amazing in my life.
I am successful. Because I have healthy relationships, a positive attitude and a life I appreciate.
No current problem I have is insurmountable. There are many, many souls on this Earth right now enduring horrific suffering with seemingly no way out.
So who would I be to sit in pity because I’m making car payments on a vehicle I can’t currently drive – or because the already thinly stretched house budget will probably be stretched transparent when my insurance goes up? Who would I be to not be grateful for what I DO have.
I don’t want to know. I am glad to be me.