Okay, so I was having a bit of a pity party blogging about how lonely I am here in a new town, and that I'm having a hard time making friends and feeling like I belong here.
As I was reading in "Words of Mormon" in the Book of Mormon I had an "ah-ha" moment that put things in perspective. I know the story well enough to know that Mormon is struggling to keep himself and his family alive in the midst of wars that are wiping out his entire people, and I know that in the end, Moroni (his son) is left completely alone, having witnessed the destruction of everyone he knew and loved, and knowing that if his enemies find him they will kill him.This made me think about my situation in a much different light, one that erases the pity and makes me more thankful.
First of all, I have my family that love me. My husband and daughter are right here in the same place as me. I haven't had to watch anyone I love be killed. I'm not totally alone.
Secondly, no one is actively trying to hunt me down or kill me. Maybe I don't have any real friends here, but at least I don't have to worry that I'm being targeted because of who I am or what I believe in.
Third, I have all the comforts of a modern home and my needs are all being met. I'm not wandering outdoors, trying to find food or shelter while also trying to hide from enemies.
So...although my life may not be quite what I had hoped it would be, I don't really have that much to complain about. And I sound pretty whiny when I do in comparison to what many others have gone through. Pity party's over. Time to be thankful for what I do have instead of focusing on what I don't.