Today I was thinking about how important it is to count your blessings.  During these times it might be hard for a lot of people to count their blessings.  But even if your life is extremely hard there are probably still some good things in it.  Blessings can be different for everyone.  If you are going through a really bad time of depression just forcing yourself to get out of bed is a blessing.  Even if you just move from your bed to the couch it is an accomplishment when you are feeling so down.  And taking a shower is an even bigger accomplishment and normally helps me feel a little better.  And if you are able to take a shower you are blessed with running water.

While M.J. and I were playing outside today I was thinking about how thankful I was we have a big yard for him to play in.  And there are a lot of dandelions and wildflowers for us to pick.  And of course sticks.  Who knew all a 3 year old boy needs is a stick and he will entertain himself for hours?  He also loves to play baseball.  When Dan got home from work he was showing M.J. how to hit the ball and it was cool to watch them play together.  I was thinking, I’m so glad I chose a husband who is such a good dad

Dan is such a blessing to me; I’m so glad I married him.  I often think, I’m so glad I got married when I was 25 and not 19 because the kind of guy I would’ve have picked at 19 would not be the kind of guy I picked at 25.  I’m so blessed to have such a wonderful husband.  He has helped me through some really difficult times and we have so much fun together.  And of course, he’s super cute.  He’s my favorite person to do life with.  He is a wonderful cook which is pretty awesome.  I love it when he cooks dinner and he probably likes eating things other than frozen pizza and chicken strips. 

I am very blessed.  Sometimes when you’re struggling it can be hard to think of blessings.  Lately I have had mostly good days with depression and OCD so that is definitely a blessing.  If you are feeling depressed to the point of suicidal ideation I want to let you know it does get better.  You’re not the only one who feels this way.  I am living proof that it can get better.  Don’t be afraid to get help if you need it.  Consider this post a blessing because it is telling you to get help.  This is a sign that your story isn’t supposed to end yet.  Count your blessings.  You matter.

“Count your blessings, name them one by one.  Count your blessings, see what God has done!  Count your blessings, name them one by one, Count your many blessings, see what God has done.”- Count Your Blessings by Johnson Oatman, Jr.

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Christian. Wife. Mom. I just want to share my journey of motherhood and let struggling moms know they're not alone. I enjoy reading, playing board games, spending time with friends and family, and volunteering in the community.

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