Thankful or...

We always have a choice to make.  No matter what life brings, we can choose thankfulness.  I can choose thankfulness.  You can choose thankfulness.

Or we can not.  I can wallow in self pity.  I can make sure everyone I talk with knows how terrible life is treating me.

I.  I.  I.  Me.  Me. Me.

It's not all about me.  In fact, I'm becoming convinced that very little of it is about me at all.

And I have a pretty darn good life, in spite of, and sometimes even because of the hurdles.  But it's all in how you look at things...

I don't have a perfect house, but it serves its purpose and protects my family from the elements.

I don't have perfect children, but God has blessed me with just the kids He wanted me to have.

I don't have a perfect husband, but he loves Jesus, he loves his kids, and he loves me.

I don't have a perfect body, but it does (most of) what I ask it to do.

I have a husband who is broken and in pain, but he is here and determined to live life.

I have a child with special needs, but no one can make me laugh the way he does.

I don't have enough time in the day for what I need to do, but God is my strength.

I choose thankfulness.  I choose to live life to the fullest.

(And least anyone think...wow, she's amazing, I assure you I am anything but.  I have been as guilty as anyone of taking my blessings for granted lately.  No.  More.)