Faith

Some Life Lessons Along The Way….

It’s been a hectic time of late. Tomorrow is our last day in our office that my aunt has had for the past 20 years. Lots of tears, joy, sorrows, victories and losses have happened in that office and I dare say it will be a hard day for her. She is nearly 80, it’s time to let go of the reins and start to take things easy, she won’t retire altogether, it’s too hard for her, real estate is in her veins, without it she would have no pulse. She will have a month off over Christmas and then we start to work from home. It seems that technology is now leading many agents to be able to work from home without the expense and the distraction of running your own office. I will become her P.A. which suits me fine, I hate real estate, I did it for many many years prior to my big break which lasted 11 years, I hated it then and I still hate it now. I am there because she needs me, I am there because I know real estate like the back of my hand, but most importantly I am there to help her, to help her do the things that were once easy for both of us but are now challenging for one of us. I know God has me there for a reason and no amount of whingeing or bitching on my behalf is going to change that. I just need to trust in His plan and know that this is bigger than me.

This past 2 days has seen 3 women coming in who are behind in their rent, we manage storage shed facilities, and like everything when you get behind it’s just so hard to get caught up again. These women are homeless, can’t find anywhere to live, housing is in short supply in this area and more and more people are having trouble and end up living in their cars. Children and being split up and mothers going from couch to couch just to have somewhere to sleep. These people aren’t drug addicts or people with mental health issues, these people have jobs, they have good rental references but these days that is just not enough. The sad thing is it’s always women. I do my best to buy them time but I wish I could do more, I wish I could afford to pay the rent for them but I can’t. We have been close to that position ourselves, we have never been homeless, always had parents to live with, but absolutely zero money and little food. I look back at my early years and feel so much mum remorse for my kids, I was a child having children, no idea on how to do that right, no idea on how my actions would effect my kids for the rest of their lives, I bury this deep, but I failed them so much as children. I try and make up for it in their adult years, and we are a very close family but they are as good as they are not from me or their father, but by the grace of God. Being in this position and seeing so many people doing it tough at this time of the year is really life affirming, makes you stand up and think that your life isn’t so bad after all, bucketing water to the toilet because your pipes have burst isn’t as bad as not having a toilet at all, having an older car is not as bad as walking, having a tiny weeny little house to live in is better than not having one at all. Having to work in the heat is better than not having a job. You know, it’s what and how your prioritize things in life I guess. It is definitely humbling.

So as the Americans enter their Thanksgiving season, I don’t think it really hurts for the rest of the world to join in on an American tradition. It’s no wonder they are a mighty nation, every year they have dedicated a whole day to giving thanks! Gratitude is the fastest way to living fulfilled in your current space regardless of what that looks like. Remember be grateful for what you have because there is someone out there praying for that very thing.

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