Throughout my short life I've had the blessing of avoiding major tragedies, extreme suffering, and many heart aches that my peers have experienced. I feel truly blessed that this is the case - and yet, why can't I get it through my head that being blessed is enough?
So often I forget, like at lunch today with two amazing ladies. They are wonderful women, but some of the things they struggle with are the same that I struggle with - being patient with people at work, trying to have their personal lives on track, working on their own weight issues. I only get frustrated with patience in these areas because I see these beautiful women who, in my mind, have everything put together - but in their minds, they see room for improvement.
I'm happy for them - they are trying to continue to become the best version of themselves. My impatience comes with my own life, my own struggles - just when I am getting to a place where the people I admire live - I find out they weren't happy where they were. Like a continuous struggle to find the greener grass.
I'm not sure this is making a ton of sense, it doesn't always make sense to me - but it's a continuous struggle - a continuous battle in my mind. Offering the struggle to the Lord for His Glory!