‘Tis the season and all that, so I’m starting my 30 days of Gratitude early.
Because I am.
Things may not always go the way I hope they will and they definitely don’t usually go the way I plan them to, but in the end everything seems to work out all right. Last year was a better one for us than most…right up until November when Matt had a heart attack. It’s been an interesting ride since then, that’s for sure.
Grateful: HE’S STILL HERE.
Grateful: He’s able to do most of the things he could do before the heart attack.
Grateful: He’s back in school working on his degree.
We’re struggling financially right now, but that is due to a fluke in his financial aid, and we should be back on track in January when the Spring semester begins.
We’ve had to lean on our church who was generous enough to step in and pay our water bill and get our water turned back on (that was a very long week!!)
A month after getting water we had to ask them for help with our rent and they stepped right in and took care of that so we wouldn’t be evicted.
Our truck was about to explode…literally. We couldn’t keep water or coolant in it and you could see it run right through. His teachers stepped in and got our truck fixed so we wouldn’t lose our transportation and Matt wouldn’t have to stop going to classes.
And, we’ve discovered not every human being is…well, you know. We have restored faith in humanity.
And, we are being exposed to more professional and personal opportunities to grow through his college and his involvement with the Student Government Association.
And, because we’ve discovered what our church is doing to help others we have to opportunity to be on the front lines to help other people which is lending faith, grace and humility to our souls.
And, when all this started one of my internet friends whom I’ve never actually met and who is living day-to-day, paycheck-to-paycheck like the rest of us sent us money which helped us meet our rent a few months ago. Out of the blue. Because she could.
While we’re still a bit stressed at times, I am surprisingly calmer about a lot of things because I know we walk THROUGH the valley of the shadow of death. We don’t take up camp halfway in, and we aren’t expected to visit and take pictures and send postcards home….we walk through….to get to the other side.
For the chance to keep walking with the man I love by my side and our sweet little tornado trailing behind us….
I am so very, very grateful.
We got this.