i have worked so hard on my house. but, on the best day, it falls short. when i get one thing done, another suffers. where i put my time and energy matters. i can't do it all. and i can't do things so that i can compare with those that my house falls short of being like. because i have to make my own decisions about how to live life and what is important. but. sometimes. i just want it to be the kind of home that you walk into and it feels...neat. comfy. cozy. and homey. and welcoming. i want it all.
but i have other things that call to me as well. so, i have to choose.
i choose people most of the time. and that's a good thing.
as long as i remember that i am a people. ;)
on the best day, if i were to judge my house, my life, my abilities, my wealth, my faith by comparing to someone else's.....i would come up lacking. that's ok. each life should look different. this is my life. it needs to be uniquely me.
blessings.
but i have other things that call to me as well. so, i have to choose.
i choose people most of the time. and that's a good thing.
as long as i remember that i am a people. ;)
on the best day, if i were to judge my house, my life, my abilities, my wealth, my faith by comparing to someone else's.....i would come up lacking. that's ok. each life should look different. this is my life. it needs to be uniquely me.
blessings.
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