Thankfulness

The Christmas season is upon us, with Christmas just around the corner. I am in awe of how quickly it arrived. Labored it was, but it is here, faster than I could have imagined. With this time of year comes a state of mind, at least for me, of giving, hope, joy, and thankfulness. Obviously this state of mind has had me questioning myself alot recently, especially tonight. The next few posts I would like to center around these four characteristics for I feel they hold much importance, not only to the season, but in life. I will begin with thankfulness, for it has been on my heart tonight.

In September, or maybe it was October, I wrote a piece (not on here) about being ready for the year to be over. I was done with 2010. I did not know how I was going to make it through the months still ahead. By September, I had already endured a transfer of schools, a horrible semester with a frustrating professor, the unexpected death of my aunt, a couple of interesting family trips, an eventful week with one of my best friends which almost had me being admitted to the hospital, the death of my cousin, a horrendous two weeks of being terribly sick, the start of a new semester of classes, and at the time I was starting to get sick again. I have never been as emotionally unpredictable in my life, as I have been in the last year. God has pressed me to my wicks end many times. I am not going to say that I enjoyed this year and that I would want to do it over again, but I will say that I grew immensely in many different ways. These experiences have strengthened and deepened my relationship with God; they have provided me with a greater knowledge about the field I am going into; and they have taught be how to be more proactive in my own life. For that I am thankful.


I am also eternally greatful and thankful for my mom. There is no way I could ever repay her for everything she has done for me in my life. She is the reason I am still living today! Some know, many do not, but during my junior year of high school I dealt with a severe bout of depression. I doubted everything that had to do with God (though I was pretty good at hiding it) and I often felt like suidcide was a viable option. It was only my mom's strength and dedication to getting me through the rough patch that saved my life. She sat down with me every single day, without fail, to talk, to make sure I was okay. Words cannot ever express how greatful I am for her love and strength.



So, in this season of good cheer, that I what I am most thankful for.

My momma and me