“Too blessed to be stressed.” The first time I heard that phrase it came from a wonderful, kind hearted gentleman I knew from the homeless shelter where I work. I greeted him one day with the traditional “how’s it going” and his response was “too blessed to be stressed Ms. Marti.”
It almost sounded ironical; coming from a man whose family had completely cut him off, who’d lost his job, house & car due to setbacks and complications. To hear him tell me he was blessed, I felt strangely convicted. The men and women I am surrounded by day to day humble me and model for me what true gratitude looks like. When I leave the shelter and get in my little Hyundai w/ dirty seats and a busted bumper that needs to be replaced; I remind myself what a privilege it is to have transportation.
When I walk into our tiny little condo, where I can hear every move of the folks above me; I whisper a prayer of thanks that I have a home that is safe and comfortable.
When I get overwhelmed with work; I know better than to complain because I am thankful to have a job that supports us and allows me to do what I love.
I used to be the jealous type, jealous of what others had and what I thought I wanted. There has been significant healing in that area of my life. We drive our cars until they literally die (and we have to pay someone to take them from us), I buy my clothes at Target & thrift stores. I don’t spend $ wastefully. I do my best to model a simple lifestyle for my boys.
There is room for improvement. I am aware of that. One thing I know, I have been forever changed by the folks I have encountered through my counseling/mental health career.
One thing I am grateful for is the opportunity to spend time on the weekends capturing precious families. It’s a break from the demands of my “real job” & I get to hear silly giggles and watch the twinkle in a kids eye when he finds the old wooden swing that seems to have been magically placed at the park just for him. Pure joy. Just one more reason I remind myself I am “too blessed to be stressed!”