I'm not complaining...

So this week has been like no other.

I would like to start with Monday, but I honestly can't remember it. 

I feel myself wanting to complain about all the bad things that happened in these last few days: my car dying; Levi's car having a blow out; Levi's car having another flat tire the next day; My dad telling my car would need a $1500 repair (after a $400 repair earlier this week..oh there's a Monday memory for you); and now my dad being admitted to the hospital . 

But I guess I am not going to. 

No matter how bad things get for me, there is always someone who has it worse. 

This morning, I went to my studio (which I have been neglecting because of pure pessimism, and laziness...which has to stop immediately) and after feeding my wonderful little studio kitty, Mystery, I walked outside and locked the door. While I was locking the door, a lady called out to me, "Hey pretty lady," she was standing outside a church door. "Is there anybody in there? Will they be there today?" 

"I think so," I told her. I mean it was Sunday morning after all.

"Can you read what the door says to me?" she asked, without any hesitation, no shame.

"It says they meet at 3:00 on Sundays." (odd I thought, but whatever...)

"Oh," she then looked down at her dirty feet, "Do you have any change I could have?" 

And there it was, the shame had set in. I felt awful, but I had to tell her no. I really didn't have any change. All I had was my debit card. 

"What church do you go to?" she asked, still looking for an answer to her dilemma I suppose.

Quickly I blurted out the name of the church I was married in 4 years ago, but hadn't attended since, "Holy Cross Church. It's over by the campus."

Then I opened my car door. I didn't know what else to do. She proceeded to tell me she was going to wait and see if someone would come by this church. It was only 10:30 this morning. The sign on the door said Sunday at 3:00.

I left, but said a prayer for her. I pray that someone has the heart to help her. Someone comes by, and opens that door. Someone offers her some companionship. 

But then I stopped and thought a moment. All the things that I had been complaining about now seemed so insignificant...well except for my dad being in the hospital. That's still pretty significant.

While I have to admit, this has not been a great week, I will never stop being thankful for the underlying good in it all.  

I am blessed with a family who loves me. I am privileged to be educated, and to be continuing my education. I am lucky to have many talents to explore. 

Even though times are rough right now, I am not giving up. 

I have sent off manuscripts this week. I have started another contest for my photography to hopefully draw more attention to my work. I am going to continue to do what I love, because I love it, and because I have all the support I need from my wonderful family.

Well, thats it for this morning. I have a disaster of a house that needs cleaning, and I tend to clean my best when I am worried.

Please keep my dad in your thoughts and prayers.

Thank you

Kelly Airhart