My Apartment

I've been wondering lately why I pathologically talk smack about my apartment, and I've finally figured it out. I am embarassed by how happy I am with so little. I don't have blinders over my eyes, I know my place is tiny and dodgy, however I see God's provision everywhere I look. It's such a paradox, too. I have so much and so little. I am so blessed to have this place, because I know there are so many in my neighborhood that have even less than I do. Sure, money is tight, but I am deliriously happy with what God has provided already. It's hard, on the other hand, to think on that while having peace about the future. The job hunt continues.