beaming through the window warming my face. This is the window I look out of to
see the beautiful San Francisco Bay. I spent an afternoon napping, relaxing at
a spa, and eating meals that I did not have to prepare myself while listening
to my kids complain about what’s for dinner. I have been treated to a weekend
of complete extravagance all because my husband took a small side job three
years ago that allows me to come along and enjoy the amazing perks.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when a gentleman in the hallway politely
asked, “Excuse me, do you work here?” After telling him no, I thought things
over again. I do belong here. I belong in
housekeeping, not as a guest.
that while I am sitting in a Jacuzzi feeling the warmth and bubbles surround
me, my friend is driving her son back and forth from the hospital for labs and
chemo treatments and trying to help him navigate his new life with cancer. I
can’t help but feel guilty.
how God works. I haven’t done anything spectacular or heroic to earn this
weekend, I’ve just been blessed by God. There’s really no other explanation. We
never know what life holds tomorrow, the next day or years from now. I could
become stricken with an illness, lose a loved one, or suffer in some other
doesn’t change the fact that God is good and He loves me and wants to spoil me
rotten right now, this weekend. And so I am thankful, undeservingly thankful.
I’m thankful that I don’t get what I deserve. I’m thankful for all the ways the
Lord shows me He loves me whether that’s in a fancy hotel or at home in my own
chaos. And in regards to “belonging” at
this lavish resort, who am I kidding; I am, after all, a housekeeper.