The homebody strikes again

I often refer to myself as a homebody. I mean it quite literally, my body is often at home. This is in part because I like it that way, but a large part is out of necessity to give my body the rest it needs. 

I have always been somewhat of a home body though. I don't have a great amount of "get-up-and-go" when it comes to getting out and about. 

I am grateful that I was made with this innate happiness to be home. It makes the cards I have been dealt in life that much easier. 

I am grateful for small mercies such as this. I don't actually know if 'mercies' are the right wording, but I am grateful for the personality types and character traits we are born with that are so suited to the challenges we will face in life. 

I am grateful I have never had a great 'travel bug'. I like a holiday as much as the next person, but the desire to jet set around the world has alluded me. I would love to go to the US one day, however the 14 hour flight is impossible unless I could find a way to lie down the entire way. I can't forsee us being able to fork over $6000 each for a first class ticket so I will be happy to keep my feet planted on Aussie ground. I'm not too fussed though, I don't really feel like I am missing out at all.

I also have zero desire to run and be athletic. Anything more than a casual walk is way too jolting for me. I never really did enjoy exercise anyway so being told I couldn't do much physical activity anymore hasn't made any difference to my life. I often used to say that if you see me running....assume someone is chasing me.

I also used to imagine myself with lots of children, however I feel such a sense of purpose in my mothering that I don't feel like I am missing out anymore. My two boys are such unique little spirits who fill our home with joy and personality. I don't get clucky and that in itself is a miracle to me.

They may not be big, but I am grateful for the small mercies that I see as part of my make-up.  Just another reminder that when it comes to our Heavenly Fathers plan, there wasn't much left to coincidence.