I was just watching some coverage of the devastation in Japan, and I feel so ashamed of myself for my cranky attitude. Here I am in my warm, beautiful home with running water (hot and cold), plenty of food, and all my belongings and sentimental objects. I can turn and hug my wonderful husband as often as I like, or pick up the phone and call my mom or my brother or sister or my kids. I know that they are alive and well. I am going to sleep in my own bed tonight and drive my car to work tomorrow, and see my friends. Simple everyday things I take for granted, but things that thousands of Japanese would love to have right now.
I am truly sorry for thinking of me, me, me – especially when it is about such silly things. I was blessed with a beautiful wig for free from the Susan Komen Foundation, and I complain because it bugs my face. I am feeling so much better after a weekend of real misery, and I complain because I’m only 80% better instead of 100%.
Thank you, Lord, for getting my head straight. Forgive my lack of gratitude.