SW

This week I met a family who, right now, is facing: unemployment, divorce, chronic health problems, drug abuse, eviction, school failure, involvement with the legal system, and a new baby on the way.  I got home and thought, “Who, who cares that my house looks like a hurricane hit it?”

Social work is quite a spiritual job.  Probably depends how you look at it.  Spiritual for me, I guess.  I am beyond amazed at some of the things others have to go through.  I wonder if it’s because it’s what they were handed to become stronger or simply what they chose.  Maybe it doesn’t matter?  It’s incredibly spiritual to me, at least on good days, because I get perspective.  I am a good mother, a good wife, a good neighbor, friend, daughter, sister.  I am blessed abundantly.  I have an incredible support system and so many people who love and care about me.  I am healthy.  I am educated.  I have a job.  I have a home.  I have gratitude for the things God has given and know I am always taken care of.   I have knowledge and faith in the things I know will lead me down the right track.  

So thank you world!  For reminding me that I am blessed.  And that I have a place here to love and serve.  

And, remind me, on bad days, that I’d rather go  through my trials any day than go through someone else’s!