Blessed.

Do you ever feel like the trials you have are a piece of cake compared to others?

Today at church a lady shared a story of how when she was 24 her husband died from a hit and run car crash.

Leaving her with a six month old and a two year old to raise by herself.

Another lady shared of how her 30 year old son committed suicide just before Christmas. 

I can't even begin to imagine how hard that would be.

What strong people they both must be to have to go through those trials.

After hearing these two stories I felt so silly for complaining about the trials that I have.

I have it so easy.

I have a roof over my head.

Money in my bank account.
Clothes on my back.

A job that I love to hate.

I'm healthy, with no terminal illness.

I have two legs to walk with and eyes and ears to hear with.  

I don't have to deal with a death.

I live in a safe country.
I have a family that loves me and friends that care for me.

I am blessed.