|Very like The Green Machine, but mine is actually green,|
with running boards. Oh how I love those!
|Soooooo many seats. :)|
God is good. Whenever I started inwardly griping, He would send me the reminder I need that He has blessed me in incredible ways. Inevitably, it would happen. I would see "her", the mother with the stroller, usually covered in a clear plastic rain shield, with a baby practically swaddled a la Randy in "A Christmas Story" to keep him warm in the driving rain. As I drove past, inwardly complaining about how hard the morning was, there she would be, walking to work or probably to the babysitters and then on to work, with a baby, in the rain, in the cold, in a stroller. Have you ever seen a grown woman shrink to about three inches tall? That's what it always felt like. Here I was, in my (now) nice, warm, DRY, car, with my children in car seats and, more importantly, not out in the nasty weather. Here I was, with my (overwhelmingly) good life, with a husband who worked so I could stay home, with a backseat full of healthy children, and a home to go home to, where we could spend most of the day dry and cozy until it was time to pick said husband up from work. Sure I owned a stroller, but in car insurance terms, it was my "pleasure vehicle", not my primary means of transport. If we went for a walk, it was because we wanted some exercise or fresh air, not so that we could get to work, and it was never in the rain or snow or cold. Seeing "her" always put my life, and car, into perspective insanely fast. I had it good, and she, she was the one with a right to complain.
|My "other ride"|
So now I want to know: is there one thing that is constantly popping up to remind you to be thankful for all the blessings in your life?