The Comforts of Childhood Memories

I have not been myself lately.  Sometimes thinking about all the bills to pay, running a household, keeping up with everything going on at school with the kids, and all the other responsibilities that I have can be overwhelming.  

When I am troubled, I would always find myself going back and thinking about how life was for me when I was a kid.  It brings back happy memories of my childhood.  I did not have to worry about anything because as a kid, I always knew that my parents were there to take care of me. We were not rich, but my parents made sure I had everything I needed and even more,  I feel blessed because growing up, we were well provided for

That exact same thought would give me the courage to pull myself together because I am now a parent myself, with two kids depending on me.  I owe it to my children to make sure they would also have a happy childhood to look back to.

I may run into rough spots and trials now, but I would always think that despite everything I am still blessed.  Memories of my happy childhood would always bring me comfort and teaches me to live each day as it comes.

My Perfectly Unperfect Life

 

There are times when I wish I could edit my life.  Delete all the not-so-good things from the past, and only keep those that has brought happy memories.  But life is not lived that way.  There are no rewind or fast forward buttons either.  There must be a reason why life has to hurt sometimes.  We must experience hardships to enjoy all the good things that life has to offer.

Life would indeed be perfect if we could change things by just pushing a button.  But I think that there is no such thing as a perfect life.  The trials and problems that we are facing are meant to make us "better" not "bitter".  I have come to accept that my life is not perfect, but I am happy. 

I am happy because I now that God has been good to me. Despite of my imperfections, I know that God loves me.