It's been ages since I've been to Sunday School. But, this morning, I woke up with this old song I learned years ago at church going through my head. In part in goes, "Count your blessings name them one by one. Count your blessings see what God has done." A message from Above?
It's been almost a year now. I miss my H. I miss my marriage. I miss our nuclear family. However, my life is not over. Sometimes, we have to take stock of the good things and there are many good things. Okay, my blessings...
-I clued into about WH's A almost immediately after he came home from the trip where it started.
-Not long after D-day, I found MB.
-WH isn't weird about money and continues to support us.
-My Inlaws are supportive though not proactive. At least, we can communicate.
-Although WH doesn't contact or spend time with his kids, we aren't having any nasty custody battles.
-The kids haven't been introduced to OW.
-My kids and I have grown much closer together. We can talk about many things and enjoy being together.
-I can now talk to my mom about things of substance.
-My health is good.
-I have many, many good days.
-I am even more independant. I can deal with the car mechanic, get the roof fixed, tile a bathroom and change the batteries on the smoke detector all by myself. I am a woman who can __________(fill in the blank).
-I have found a job that works with my daughter's schedule, has benefits and that so far, I really like.
-I know how many good friends I have.
-I am living a good, moral life and it will get better.
-Plan B is working for me.
-God has spoken to me more in the last year than ever before in my life.
-I am blessed.
That's probably just a few. I guess I'm out of the gloom-and-doom stage. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. And I'm grateful for it.
