Glad To Be Alive

You know, I've caught myself thinking many times recently that my life sucks. I didn't chase dreams I wish I had when I was younger. I wasted valuable years on a pipe dream. I let insecurities hinder me. I didn't fulfill my independence before settling down. But after a recent incident, I find myself feeling foolish. I have so much to be grateful for. Namely, I'm not in the back of a police car having nearly put so many innocent lives in danger. 

I've never been so close to a police versus criminal altercation like I was this particular night at our church. I hesitate to offer too many details without all the facts. But for a few minutes there I actually was in a high adrenaline moment of uncertainty. The danger was quickly quelled. Thank God for our law enforcement! And then all the pieces started to come together with what we actually heard happen so quickly. 

It could have been much worse. But it wasn't. I could be on the wrong side of the law like that criminal. But I'm not. I could be wallowing in self pity. But I won't. I could be living the best version of this blessed life God has given me. And I will!

It's sad when it takes getting the crap scared out of you for you to realize just how much you shouldn't be allowed to complain. Like really. I have so much to be thankful for! 

I'm glad God never gave up on me. I'm so glad he saw fit to keep drawing me close to him. So why should I let fears or anxiety keep me from honoring that incredible blessing?

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