In the interest of my sanity, I've decided to turn my frown upside down. Yes, it sucks to be alone and it sucks to not be able to show my feelings like I want to, but I have so much in my life to be thankful for, too.
Like...
Jesus Christ is waiting for me in Eternity.
I have air in my lungs, and a heart that is still beating.
My family is alive, healthy and thriving.
I have GREAT friends.
My Sadie Jane... during my meltdown early this afternoon, she cuddled with me. Not to mention she licked away my salty tears.
(Excuse the terribly unflattering angle of my hand, please.)
I'm sitting in a warm and inviting house that I own.
My tummy is full of food that I didn't have to dig out from a trash can.
I'm enjoying a glass of water that is clean and healthy.
For the first time in awhile, I don't have a terrible sinus headache that no medicine can help.
I have a car in my garage, full of gas and ready to take me to kick my phonetics test's butt tomorrow at 2:30.
No matter what happens with that test tomorrow, God is and will always be on His Throne and my family is still going to be here, loving me like always, pass or fail.
And did I mention that Sadie Jane is the cutest ChiWeenie ever?
(Ignore the slipcover coming up, too. I couldn't risk fixing it because then she might move and let's face it, that would have been terrible!! ;))
This should be obvious, but this is NOWHERE NEAR everything in my life that I have to be thankful for. That post would take entirely too long.
As always, God has provided. I'm a lucky girl. If it took me having a complete breakdown to remember that, then so be it.
"Jesus you have carried me
When I could not stand
Jesus you have carried me
It's all been part of your plan
Jesus you have carried me
It's your footprints in the sand
Jesus you have carried me
It was always in your hands"
Obviously, the pity party wasn't ENTIRELY necessary this afternoon. Although I will say it helped.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Thankful
Posted by Emily at 4:26 PM
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