"In the middle of my little mess.."

As I was trying to get ready to head out to Williamsburg for "The Living Passover" practice, I couldn't find my keys, couldn't find my phone. I didn't have a way of finding either besides tearing the house apart. As I was throwing clothes, dog toys, water bottles this way and that way, I found myself complaining about how I'm not organized and how nothing EVER goes my way(oh so dramatic). I finally found them both and rushed out of the door. I found myself speeding down the road to make sure I got to the next light before it turned red and... of course I got stopped at the red light! UGH, seriously?! Can't I get a break JUST THIS ONCE?!

Sitting at that light frustrated, annoyed and ready to just turn around to go home, Francesa Battisetlli came on the radio with her song "This is the Stuff You Use".

"This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff that's getting to me lately
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I'm blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing
It might not be what I would choose
But this is the stuff You use"

Okay, seriously? How perfect!! I often find myself complaining about the little things instead of thanking God for the important things in my life. I, for some reason, would rather let losing my keys and phone turn my day into a mess rather than admitting that I was blessed enough to have both of them (though I had no idea where they were!!). I feel that God was just trying to give me a reminder that I have been so blessed in my life with everything that has been given to me. I have loving and forgiving parents who even at my worst, pick me up, brush me off, give me a hug and tell me that everything will be okay. I have amazing best friends that even when I call to complain, they listen and help me through it. I have an incredible husband who provides for me, takes care of me and loves me unconditionally. I have two dogs and a cat who run up to me and love on me every time I walk in the front door. I have a beautiful apartment that is actually OURS; not my parents, not Ryan's parents.. but our apartment with our stuff! AND, I have a God who is always there for me, never lets me down, and accepts me for who I am, faults and all!!

So what the heck do I have to complain about? So what if I misplace my keys or if I'm two minutes late because I got stopped at a red light? Truth is... sometimes we all need that reminder that I have been truly 100% blessed : )