I strived to impress people who had little vested interest in me to begin with...making a fool out of myself and going above and beyond for nothing...when just simple joys around me are so much better than bleeding myself dry over toxic relationships.
I never thought I would be so grateful for the taste of Gatorade and cereal in the morning.
I am alive.
I could have died at any point in the past twenty-four years...and I am grateful to be so loved, so cared about.
I go on about the negative and heaven knows I have enough to complain about...but I am grateful to be able to move at all, to speak and type this silly thing with so many millions have no clean water, food or electricity.
I don't know why you love me Father but thank you.
Help me to learn what that love really means...
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