Jealous?

I was enjoying this Friday, off baking, crafting, reading, sermon listening and procrastinating showering and packing for a Ladies' Retreat. A morning like that isn't complete without hopping on Pintrest and Facebook. As I gaze at old acquaintance's status of returning from far off lands and pictures of them out  of a magazine, I wonder why my life it's like that. (BTW, why am I even fb friends with them?) Why is my life so normal? Why don't I wear the clothes on Pintrest? Why does my house not look like that? Why don't single girls pin pictures of my perfect wedding?

I look at my little "Charlie Brown Christmas Tree" of a tomato plant that hopefully has produced 2.5 tomatoes, held up the stick that fell from the storm and a pink string. It's ordinarily spectacular. That's my life: perfectly beautiful. It may not make it into Martha Stewart Magazine, but it's alive. It has character, it is where it is by the Grace of God. It's cared for by a husband that got out of bed on a cold night to bring it inside, protecting it. It's held up by what we have, doing what it was make for.

I am blessed to not have the best moments of life on public record. Instead, they are personal, sacred, only known to those who are able to savior them.