Today I Feel Grateful

 

It was cold and rainy at 6:00 a.m. this morning, when David left for work. As I said goodbye at the front door, I was overcome with a sense of gratitude for having a hard working husband, willing to get up every day and make a living. Especially since I was still in my pajamas, hot coffee in hand and nowhere to go on this chilly day. 

As I made my way down the hallway to my cozy little office, I couldn't help but think of all the years that I've had the privilege of being at home, doing work that counts, but being able to stay, instead of go. 

I don't take it for granted. The fact that he chooses to go and I've chosen to stay. We're both hard workers, just in different arenas. But it works for us.

We've lived through times of extreme frugality and times of having more than enough and we've persevered through both. I think that's the key. Taking each season of life and just making it work. 

You can have all the money in the world and still have a failed marriage, wayward children, tough times you didn't count on. 

Or you can live by your last nickel and be as content as can be, thriving in all the important ways. 

And as I sat in my warm office, reading my devotional, sipping my coffee, I felt so thankful and grateful on this last day of November. 

My work is minimal today. I could cook and clean, pay bills or not. I can check off everything on my list or wait for tomorrow. I can watch tv or cook a big meal. I can decorate or just read a good book.

Sometimes I feel guilty for the gift of being at home.  I've never understood the woman who despised it. I've never understood those who feel trapped, or less-than, or those who take it for granted and want something more glamorous. 

I've just always felt thankful.

And grateful.

And today is no different.

Until Next Time...

Stay thankful and cozy.