It's been almost two years. In some ways that sounds like an eternity, but really it went by in the blink of an eye.
It seems like my whole life I've been living for either something in the future or something in the past. Until now. I'm so happy, I can barely comprehend it.
Philippians 4:11-12 KJV
[11] Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.
This is one of my favorite verses in the bible. I hated living my life with the thought of "if I could just get to this point everything will be perfect." Or "if I could just get back to such and such everything will be great."
No.
No.
Never again.
Don't get me wrong, I still have goals and dreams, and boys to move out of this house. But it doesn't matter. My happiness is not based on those things. When I go to bed at night, I dream about the next day. I can't wait for it to get here. I'm perfectly content with the imperfections of our imperfect little family.
I like the phrase: 'Just another day in paradise'. And it is. This life I live is paradise. Bring on the troubles, bring on the tribulations. They're there. They're always there. But it doesn't matter. I have my own little corner of paradise in the middle of a huge city.
Who'd have thought?
All that's left is to pray each night to thank God for the life I've been given, and to ask for just one more day in paradise.
