Ever since I was in my tweens, I’ve wanted a widow’s peak and a raspy, sexy-girl voice. Don’t ask me why. My guess is—because I don’t have the genes for either. My mom gifted me with a high Polish forehead, and my dad gave me a set of strong lungs and then taught me to use them.
The other day I confessed to my BFF that I was fighting sadness over something I couldn’t have. While she acknowledged the legitimacy of my feelings, she encouraged me to look at where my life choices had led me and pursue gratitude for the fruit of those choices. As I listed my blessings, I was overwhelmed by the fact that I truly do have what I want. I certainly wouldn’t trade it for what I don’t have.
Now, I’m not going to sit here and list for you my blessings. Chances are you might want a little of what I have, and I don’t want to inspire that comparison in your heart. But I would urge you to list yours. You’ve got a lot, whether those blessings are in the form of people, talents, that fun personality quirk you have, or some treasured possessions.
I’ve heard it said that if we all put our lives into a pile—blessings and trials combined—most of us would fight to get our own lives back. Because while we might not choose our trials, we wouldn’t trade our blessings for anything.
I’ll never have a widow’s peak, and the only time my voice gets raspy is after a cold, but my life is full and today I choose gratitude.