I am still housebound. I have some issues with my legs that are keeping me in. But it is slowly but surely getting better. Nobody needs to feel sorry for me, though. I can do a pretty good job of that when left to my own devices!
I was grumping about this morning, working myself up into a "poor pitiful me" state, when this little Sunday School tune popped into my brain:
"Count your blessings.
Name them one by one.
Count your many blessings,
See what God has done."
So I did. Came up with a list as long as your arm. Here are a couple of highlights.
I am blessed with grown children I can count on. Even though Oldest Son now lives halfway across the country, I know he would be here if I needed him. My daughters are only a phone call away for me, and will do whatever I ask of them, willingly. Youngest Son is always available when I need him.
I am blessed with grown children who have good senses of humor. Whether it is something they post on Facebook that makes me laugh or something they tell me when I talk with them, they can always bring a smile to my face. That is important.
Even though I am sometimes grumpy about it, I really don't mind so much being housebound. Were I able to leave right now, you would probably find me right here doing what I am doing. Being alone doesn't bother me. Some have to be around people much of the time, but I'm not one of those people.
I have lots of interests. I bake and preserve food and sew and quilt and crochet and do genealogy research and read and scrapbook and blog and... I never lack for something to do and I am never bored.
I have a deep and abiding faith that sustains me. Even when things look dark, I know that when I pray, God hears me. I know He answers prayer. Took me a lot of years to figure out, though, that sometimes the answer is "No."
When I finished my list, the grumpy had given way to content. My legs still hurt. There are still things I need to do every day to get back my health. But the good things in my life so far outweigh the bad that grumpy just can't exist for very long.
Well, that and when a son pops in bearing gifts of chocolate, fresh strawberries and a six pack of Coca-Cola in real glass bottles. That helps, too!