As I look through my Instagram feed I am reminded of something I take for granted…
I am extremely blessed.
And not that hashtag blessed way, but really, truly blessed.
I have been given opportunities to travel. I have seen so much compared to others, and yet, I’m still craving more. Every chance I get, I am consulting maps and travel advisor and plotting one of my next great adventures.
When I find two days of nothingness, I’m figuring out how to go somewhere that isn’t the norm.
I love adventure. I love creation. I love exploring. I love being able to observe people and cultures.
There’s so much charm and beauty in the slow paced lives of country living. Something beautiful about seeing people work hard for what they have and not taking things for granted.
There’s an allure to the fast paced rhythm in a large city, thousands of people seeking community and to do their best… Always having something to do, art to see and coffee to taste.
There’s comfort on the interstate, driving mile after mile of unpopulated land, finding excitement when you pass a horse standing on the side of the road.
Your quiet life within tunes the world out, and as you search for directions on a map, your search for REAL direction is often revealed through the quiet time with the Maker…
I’m blessed. I’ve seen more and I’ve done more than most. I’m not struggling on a walker begging for money on a sidewalk, constantly being judged by others.
I have a roof over my head and patient parents who love me more than I will allow them to do.
I have a job that has paid me well over what I should be making, stock, a 401K, and three weeks of vacation a year, and yet, I complain daily about how dissatisfied I am working there because things aren’t my way.
I have friends who love me when I’m being dumb and selfish, who take the time to listen, encourage and pray.
I have a Saviour who is so gracious despite my apathetic attitude at current.
I’m blessed beyond what I deserve, and it blows my mind how that happens.