If ever I thought I lacked anything by not owning a home, I need only open my t-shirt drawer or clothes closet and it’s obvious: I have more than enough. Still, living in a motorhome at my age isn’t the norm, and admittedly, I compare myself to other people more than I should. I’m grateful when I realize what I’m doing and remember to be grateful. This gratitude business takes awareness.
Material things don’t matter very much to me—and actually, I’m grateful that my husband and I have pared things down such that our kids won’t be burdened with all our stuff. To be content—not wanting for anything—is a very peaceful feeling money can’t buy, and I’m grateful for it.
When I remember to live in gratitude—that is, open my eyes to everything around me—I see how very blessed I am. Awareness of what actually is takes the edge off of the anxiety that creeps up on me when I think about the future. Gratitude keeps my head in the ‘now’ and reminds me that I have everything I need today.
Give us this day our daily bread, ~ Matthew 6:11
