I have been feeling rather contemplative lately. Thinking about where my life has been and where my life is going. I think I am so quick to forget the blessings that have been so prevelant in my life and I most definitely take them for granted. I come from a wonderful family, I have amazing friends from all the different stages of my life and I have had many exciting opportunities to do things. I have so much to be grateful for.
I had a really hard week. Full of stress and money (of which I didn't have) and tears. Some of the tears had explanations, some I am not sure where they came from- but I was having a hard time. You know what it was? Me feeling sorry for myself, sorry for my "situation". It all culminated at one point during the week when I was especially overwhelmed and I kinda hit a wall. I was heading to my parent's house so that my dad could take me to get my car and he could get his back (he had lent it to me when my clutch went out). I walked into his house and immediately lost it. I cried like I was 6 years old again and I just wanted my dad to fix all that was wrong in the world and especially in my life. Before I knew it, I hiccuped through the tears "Daddy will you please give me a blessing?" Without hesitation, my father laid his hands on my head and gave me the sweetest, most heartfelt blessing. He said all the things I needed to hear and many things I didn't know I needed to hear and peace and comfort washed over me. I have struggled a little since, but much of the peace has remained- my attitude has changed.
I don't really know where I am going with this and it seems a little out of context with all the silly things I write on here. I just wanted to share this experience and put it in writing so maybe I won't so easily forget this time. The Lord understands us and can heal all pains- no matter what they are, even if they are silly or of our own doing and that's the truth.