I promise to slow down on these blog entries soon, but sometimes, the (b)logjam breaks and the river of thought rages…
I’ve been concerned lately about one of my nieces. She’s a nurse, and she works really hard, and I’m envious of her because even on the worst day that I can imagine having in her line of work, she is doing something that she absolutely loves.
She lives in my area with her husband and kids, and I see her at church all the time, and at family gatherings, but lately not so much.
So the other day, I sent her a message: “Sure have missed seeing you! Love you!”
To which she replied: “Missed seeing y’all, too. Found the culprit behind the migraines. Evidently I am pregnant. 11 weeks today. Feeling good, but exhasted and fight headaches. At least no nausea. Due in Jan. just wanted you to know. Love you”
Me: “Well, I think that’s GREAT!!!! Love you, too!”
(The next day)
“Early or late January?”
Her: “Mid. January 15”
“I’m so excited for you!”
“Us too!! I’m so much bigger than w/ the others, but I feel great! Just tired and headaches”
“i love you so much.”
“Thank you! I love you, too, you know!”
“i do know, and i am so blessed”
“are you working toinight?” (sic)
Do you see what I did? I mean, really, do you see what I did?
My niece shares this fantastic news, and says that she considers herself blessed. Why? Obviously, her pregnancy, her husband and kids, her family…her Uncle Scott…
And what do I do? Act as if she’s someone I barely know and switch the entire flow and direction of the conversation.
First, I’m not knocking my niece or anyone else for saying it.
It’s not that anyone in my family ever took anything for granted. My dad and mom grew up during the Depression. Their stories of hardship – Dad (at maybe 14 years old), his mom, and his 3 little sisters having just a single boiled chicken – just chicken – to share at Christmas; Mom picking cotton as a little girl until her hands bled – were just so vivid, I suppose, that I realize I’ve never had to deal with true hardship. Their stories helped me understand that I have been blessed, and I thank God for His blessings each and every time I pray. But it’s just one of those things that I just don’t say in general conversation. Maybe on some level I’m a bit self-conscious about having been the recipient of so many rich blessings without having done without. I don’t know.
But I sit here at my desktop computer (because my laptop charger died) researching ObamaCare and expressing my unhappiness about it, debating as I shiver from the air conditioning whether or not to get up and raise the thermostat in this house Yvonne and I built a little over 9 years ago, eagerly anticipating next Friday, when we leave for a 2-week Alaska vacation as an early celebration of our 25th wedding anniversary, listening to Michael play the X-Box 360 in his room and hearing Lisa laugh in the living room while she watches TV and surfs the internet on her Mac laptop, walking into the family room and seeing Yvonne asleep on the couch, knowing that I serve a loving God who is always willing to forgive me…
…and I am so blessed.