Life isn’t always something we need to go through on our own.  Sometimes I feel like I live in a bubble–that all of the lovely people that I long to be friends with have their own little powwow of friends and don’t have time to make me a part of their little group.  Or I’m not trendy enough. Not skinny enough. Not cool enough. I watch everyone’s instagram and Facebook feeds and Satan convinces me time and time again that I’m not good enough for these people. That they have other friends much hipper than me.  And I find myself in a little corner, longing to be liked and wanted.  It’s a pity party fit for a ridiculous person.  I snap myself out of it and think about the amazing things that I do have.  I slap myself in the face and tell myself to stop comparing my photographs to others when clearly, I have my own kind of talent that has spread a little far and a little wide and I’ve made a niche of a business that I can be proud of.  That I have a small group of amazing friends that truly do want to be friends with me, and who love me for who I am.  Quality over quantity (right, Christy?).

Yesterday, I was blessed by one of my clients, Ashley.  Ashley is amazing. . . she’s raising a beautiful set of twin girls and she has a beautiful heart, full of kindness.  And boy can she write.  She blogs–shares her heart and love of God and some adventures in Twinderland.  Yesterday was hard.  I sat at immediate care, sick and miserable, for over an hour.  From there, I picked up my boys and headed to one of Carter’s appointments that had been made for months. No time to stop in between at home to pick up snacks or something for them to do while we waited there.  So the waiting at that appointment was hard. Sawyer needed a nap. I literally had nothing for them to do. He peeled the wallpaper, banged on the trashcan, smacked his face on the patient bed, tried a million and a half times to reach up on the counter to hit the keys on the keyboard at the doctors computer, and I literally almost had a breakdown.  We also almost had to leave before the doctor even showed up because we had to get Carter to Pre-K right on time so he wouldn’t miss the field trip, but he stepped in just as I was about to step out, and thankfully our time with him was only about eight minutes, giving us just enough time to navigate our way back out through the hospital, the upper level of the parking garage and get to school before the caravan left. Not really the kind of morning you want when you’re sick.

To make matters worse, James was on his way to school when his car broke down, and he had to push it all by himself to a gas station and figure out what on earth he was supposed to do.  It’s easy to throw pity parties a lot of times . . . but it’s especially easy to throw pity parties on days like yesterday.

Going back to being blessed.  Yes, so Ashley messaged me randomly on Facebook to see how I was doing (and I got this message while in Immediate Care).  I wrote back and explained where I was and that I could’ve been a bit better.  And without even missing a beat, Ashley turned into the hands and feet of Jesus and told me that she wanted to bring us dinner.  My immediate reaction was to say no.  I didn’t want to inconvenience her. I didn’t really want her to have to do that–she had things herself to take care of.  But my heart told me to graciously accept, and so I did. And boy were we blessed. Ashley brought us dinner, brought me soup, and even brought a few things for breakfast. The dinner was enough for leftovers for today as well.  James and I were so thankful, our hearts were blessed greatly.  It’s so easy to think of all the negative things in our day, and all the feelings that we wish we could throw away.  In those times, I need to remember that there are people who love us. Who go out of their way to bless us.  And these things should far outweigh any negativity in my life.  Thank you, Ashley, for helping me out of my place of pity yesterday.  I so appreciate it, from the bottom of my heart!