Blessed
A friend and I were standing in line at the grocery store the other day, and I was telling her
how lazy my children were. I had come in from work that morning, and like most times, my house
was wrecked.
"I believe children nowadays are just out for what they can get. I bend over backwards for
them, and they can't even help keep our house clean. It wouldn't bother me so, but it's the
woman who looks bad if the house is a mess."
"Do you know how blessed you are?" a woman behind us asked. "I would love to go home and find
my house a mess. I wouldn't mind my carpet being ruined or the dishes left everywhere. I
wouldn't mind the dirty clothes being piled high or the many socks to match. I wouldn't even
mind anyone talking about my dirty home. Matter of fact, I would love it.
I would dearly love to kick my way through the house just to get to my kids and be able to hug
them, kiss them and tell them how much I love them. You see, my two children were killed
in an auto accident and now it's just my husband and me.
My house stays clean, my clothes stay put up, the dishes are done. There are no fingerprints
on my walls, no mysterious spots on my carpets. There are no sounds of arguing, no slamming
doors, no laughter, no 'I love you Mom.' So you see, you are very blessed.
What I would give to be going through what you are right now. How I would love to be able
to hold my kids, wipe away their tears, share their dreams. Just to watch them play.
If I had my children, I wouldn't care how my house looked. I would be happy just to have them.
Now if you come into my house and see a big old mess, you can think bad thoughts if you want,
but I feel greatly blessed."
Source: By Tammy Laws Lawson from Chicken Soup for the Christian Family Soul
Copyright 2000 by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen
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