What do I have?

I had a bit of a hard week this week. I was all set to write about it and air my complaints, but just before I actually sat down to write, I had this thought pop into my head: What do I have?

It kind of hit me. I had been, of course, focusing on those things that I was hurt or dissatisfied about, and to have that idea enter my mind was a little bit of a shock to the track my mind had been on. So I considered it.

What do I have?

Well, I have a home. A few, actually.

An apartment with girls that I enjoy and get along with and am grateful to know. My parent's place, where I am always welcome and can let down my hair with not only a Mom and Stepdad, but a fantastic younger brother who will talk books all day. My brother and sister-in-law's, who have adorable children that heal my heart whenever I see them, a garden, and a peer-to-peer respect that I need. My friend Devin's, when I can nap or nag or eat or play or just watch hockey. My place of work, where there are children to keep me laughing, playing and learning, and adults who support me and help me feel like I'm making a difference. The mountains, who speak great truth without any words at all. Church buildings and temples, where peace gathers and enters into my soul. And Utah, and Arizona, and New York; the many people and homes who are open to me at any time. Even places I've never been, like my friend Brit's in Virginia, or Josh's in Australia. That's a lot-lot of homes, even limiting it to physical places.

What about the hearts that are homes to me? The people that will willingly hear and let me in? That is a list that would be long, even if it were just those I was 85% sure of or above, and surely I'd miss some, even then.

So I have a lot. An excessive amount. I am watched over, and even though it's been a hard week, I am loved and not alone.