Last night I was working to finish up our family Christmas card in time to take advantage of Shutterfly’s Black Friday sale. (And I did end up saving more than $60 off the regular price…yay!).
I started doing photo Christmas cards every year after Marie was born, and before that for a few years I just sent out a Christmas letter. Everyone loves to hate the Christmas letter, but of course as a writer and avid reader, I think it’s a lovely tradition.
Anyway, I was thinking how for a lot of my relatives, my annual Christmas card is my only communication with them. And if someone only knew me by my Christmas card, with its adorable family photos and paragraph on the back about the highlights of our year, that person would probably think I had a really blessed life.
And then I thought, if that person knew what our annual income was, they might think – eh, not so blessed.
Or if that person knew about some of the really tough struggles I’ve had with depression and anxiety – off and on throughout my life – again, not so blessed.
Then I thought, well the truth is actually this: I do have a really blessed life.
And hello there dear reader, I think you have a really blessed life too.
Did you know that about 26% of the world’s adult population is illiterate? And women make up two-thirds of all illiterates?
Did you know that 20% of the world’s population lives on less than $1 a day? And nearly half of the world’s population survives on less than $2 a day. Did you know that 1 billion people in the world today do not have access to safe drinking water?
Or this fact: women make up slightly more than half of the world’s population, but they account for 60% of the world’s hungry?
I could go on, but I think you get the idea. If you’re reading this post, you are literate. You have Internet access. You probably get enough to eat, have a safe place to sleep at night, and have access to clean drinking water.
Most of us in the Western world have our basic needs met and more, and yet we are never satisfied with our material wealth. We consider money and material objects to be the greatest possible blessings.
But then why do we who have so much, struggle so much with depression and anxiety?
What if money is not the greatest blessing?
What if the greatest blessing we can have is something that can’t be measured or hoarded?
What if the greatest blessing of all is love, actually?
What are some of the greatest blessings in your life?
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