If only life were as perfect as you could make it sound in a blog ...
Anyone remember The Tubes? They were (or maybe, are) an ecclectic/ecentric rock band, popular around late 1978-1981 or thereabouts. Maybe your parents listened to them. (LOL at myself here, since I could almost be a parent of some of you!) Anyway, they had some really great music and some really "out there" stuff which I preferred in those days. They sang about drugs, I know, but that's not what I liked. And later, they did mainstream music which made them more popular but not with me. I liked the "out there" stuff. One song in particular, "What Do You Want From Life?" The message I got from that song was that life isn't going to be exactly what you want, so live with it.
Now, I enjoyed that song back then with no particular application to my life at the time. It wasn't until I got older that this song took on new meaning. And every so often, it pops into my head. (What - do - you - want - from ---- LIFE!) I really liked that part. Anyway, when that song plays in my head, I realize that I'm complaining more than I should, either in my head or to my family. I'm wanting things in my life to go better than they do or can or are. Could be big stuff or little stuff. Things that make you want to just hop in the car and find a new highway because you are pickin' tired of the one you are on.
But then I stop and realize how unimportant these things are in the scheme of life. I think about the blessings I have. How far we've come from those days of nearly empty cupboards and one car. How I had to work just to help pay the bills. How long it took for me to finally have our firstborn. Our lives now are so much, much better than they were, even with the issues we now face. Yes, I would really like a pair of tweezers that work every time, or children who hear you when you yell, "Time to set the table", but when I hold those complaints up to what God has done in my life, geesh, get over it! I mean, what do I want, right? |
Oct. 4, 2007 - Untitled Comment
I'm usually pretty satisfied with life, but my man has a harder time being satisfied with the staus quo. He needs that song.
Emily
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