Yesterday, as I was heading out for an afternoon & evening of errands I was
whining complaining commenting about how much I dislike shopping. The rude people, the lack of stock, how I can never quite find what I’m looking for, and the shock of how much it all costs when you hit the register. But I stopped and a picture similar to these came into my head.
And I thought to myself, who am I to complain? I live in one of the greatest countries in the world. I know we have poor and homeless, I know there are issues, I know it’s not perfect here. We do not however, have widespread famine, we do not have political unrest to the degree they do in third world countries, we do not have war literally at our doorstep. Most people in Canada have a decent roof over their head, a vehicle of some sort (not all, but most), and we have medical care for everyone, we complain about that care, but we have it. To my knowledge, no one is denied, at the very least, emergency care. I could be wrong, but I don’t think so.
My personal blessings:
I have my family well protected in a nice home, one that I own, no mortgage. We have comfortable, warm beds to sleep in at night. I have a motor vehicle to get myself and my family around. Not just any vehicle, I have my dream truck that is in great shape. I don’t have much money, but I have enough to feed my family, rent space for our home in the country, go to school, pay the bills, & have nearly all the modern conveniences we could wish for. I have a mother that, when money is tight for me, is able to help me out, and I will forever be in her debt AND eternally grateful. Even my church and friends have been there to help us out in a pinch. Life is good… no, life is great.
So, while I still really dislike shopping, it’s just not fun for me. I will do my best to remember, do not complain about it. Because it is a privilege to have the freedom and a blessing to have the means.
I may live in a bubble, rarely watching, reading, or listening to the news. But I know how blessed we truly are.