As it’s been getting closer to Thanksgiving,I’ve been thinking more and more about the last year. I think I ate Thanksgiving dinner with my left hand. That was just after my little plate collision with my right elbow.
I was about to turn 18.
Earlier in that month of Nov. I had become a rebelutionary,after reading the book by Alex and Brett Harris. I wanted to do hard things. I just wasn’t sure how. How do you search for hard things to do?
Little did I know then that I didn’t have to look but identify the situation. I got many chances to do hard things.
I got to suffer a little pain,colds,the flu and bloody noses,until just breathing was hard.
I got to stand up for what I believe in. Stand up for truth. Even one of those harder things;myself.
I got to gain and lose all friends,as some came from far away and then all moved far away. I was given opportunities for some wonderful good times,and to lay them down when they were done.
I learned that trusting gets you hurt,but to trust anyways;especially a God who loves me.
I had many simple moments in thanks of Him; like water droplets on the grass,like the sound of rain falling,like bright warm sunshine,and the stars at 5:30.
Chances to sing and teach Sunday School. Wonderful times with my pastor’s family.
Having my charge run and hug me when I pick her up from Head Start.
I really can’t complain when I get sugar in my water instead of salt. Having a matched pair of escorts is pretty handy. Even getting patted on the head. Overwhelming opinions and protection.
Good food and a warm house.
The unexpected circumstances that turn into grand adventures.
All in all it’s been an exciting year.
It’s life and I’m thankful for a chance to live it.