Yesterday it poured.
And water seeped into our crawl space so the husband and I spent a good part of our evening hooking up the sump pump to pump the water out into the yard. It was dark and wet.
I headed upstairs to start making pumpkin pie and the dishwasher disposal had stopped working. As I attempted to do dishes, water filled the sink. And I was filled with despair.
As the husband unclogged the sink we both begin to complain about the pains of owning a home. Until the husband stopped.
"This is ridiculous," he said. "We have so much to be thankful for, so many blessings and we're complaining about a clogged disposal in a house we own."
It was a startling moment when we both realized how petty our concerns were in the grand scheme of things. We are both beyond blessed to have a roof over our head, food in our fridge and a loving family to share Thanksgiving with. Every day when I go downtown to work at the job that pays my bills, I am reminded of how many do not have even the basics.
This is not to say that dealing with a flooded crawlspace is not a pain, it's just a change of perspective of the many good things in my life that I am so grateful for.
And my prayer is that I am not just thankful today on the official holiday, but am reminded to be thankful all year round.