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Rich.

Monday morning.

The dishwasher is loaded, the laudry has been started, the remains of the weekend have been put away, and I'm staying home this morning.

It's stormy out. Lots of wind. A little rain. Pine needles blanket my front yard.

I'm thankful for home today.

For this quiet place I call mine.

Thankful that we can fill it with kids and friends and laughter.

And thankful that it can be totally peaceful and a place of rest.

We have gone together with a small group of friends from church to host a refugee family from Somalia over the past week and a half... they got moved into their apartment over the weekend.

Now they have a home.

After 15 years in a tent in a Kenyan refugee camp.

They have a little apartment with basic hand-me-down household goods.

I have a palace, or so it seems compared to from where they've come.

It's so easy in our society to be discontent.

I have quit watching HGTV, because it only breeds discontent in my heart.

One walk through a furniture store and I feel like my life is lacking so many things...

But I am SO rich.

I choose to be content with all that I have.

Because I have so much.

I have a quiet place I can call home.

And places to sit and dishes to eat off of, and closets full of clothes.

So rich.

I don't want to take it for granted.

I won't take it for granted.

Comments

  1. Katy10:36 AM

    amen.... thankful for what I have.
    I have so much.

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  2. Anonymous4:35 AM

    so so so true... so so so blessed we are. it is always good to just stop... pause... whatever to remember that what we have here... gosh, it is only for here and it doesnt matter.... so important to remember the big picture... the picture beyond us...

    love you

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  3. Kelly7:22 AM

    ...and all that we can can be gone in a moment. It is so fleeting.
    Good reminder, Cath

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