It's a Privilege

It’s a privilege for me to be a mom. Every day, I count my blessings. I love my children so much; and I know many, many people cannot bear a child at all.

It’s a privilege for me to be able to write. To do what I love? That adds so much joy to my life. And I thrive on encouraging and impacting others. I know that is a gift – and I don’t take it lightly, that I am able to do it.

It’s a privilege for me to be able to walk.  I see people in wheelchairs. I see people with artificial limbs. And I know walking is not something I should take for granted. I am so thankful my two legs function, and I can walk. I can run around with my grandkids.  It’s a blessing given to me.

It’s a privilege for me to travel from time to time. I’ve traveled more in my life than I ever could have dreamed. I’ve seen more than some people – and I’m not done living yet. I know the travels I’ve taken, (or may yet to take) are “extra’s” in my life that I’m lucky to be able to have. Each one is an extra gift unpacked… when I’ve already been given so many.

It’s a privilege for me, to be able to see. To breathe with my own lungs. To go to the bathroom on my own. To brush my hair.  I’ve been in hospitals. I’ve seen car accidents. I’ve been ill, myself. And I know these things are often overlooked. I don’t want to forget or fail to thank God for my knees, my hips, my nose, ears, heart, or kidneys. For someone, somewhere, doesn’t have something that I assume I will always have. Something that keeps me alive and keeps me healthy.

It’s a privilege for me, to live in a house. To drive a car. To sleep in my own bed. To have a husband.

It’s a privilege for me to be able to buy clothes.  To eat so much that I’m full.

It’s a privilege. All of it.

And I don’t want to forget it.

God has given me so much. If He never gave me one more thing I asked for, He’s already given me more than I deserve. 

We are walking blessings. You – and – I. We have gifts that we use, that we wear, that we ARE.

WE are the gifts. And we are privileged.

I don’t DESERVE two working hands anymore than anyone else. I don’t DESERVE to be happier. 

It’s all a privilege. A blessing. A gift.

And I’m indebted. Humbled. Thankful. Extremely blessed. And aware.

Are you?