It was this past weekend that helped me to see what I was doing wrong. Why can't I be thankful for this life I'm living? I set a goal at the beginning of this 2012 year to live thankfully. And I haven't. I've gotten caught in a wheel of life and I can't stop it from rolling. And maybe we can't. Maybe we're not supposed to, because if it stops we'll never be the same. Perhaps God gives us hard times so we come to appreciate the things we normally don't notice as we go through our days. Here are some of mine:
+ holding a sleepy, sweaty Ethiopian princess when she awakes in the middle of the night
+ those conversations that might be awkward but bring you closer together
+ the way they try so hard to speak English
+ re-reading the Hunger games in preparation for the movie (only 18 more days!)
+ when our singing actually sounds reasonably good
+ watching the sun set as I type
+ understanding Algebra II (that could quite possibly be a first...)
+ sitting in my closet & writing a blog post while my baby sisters sleep
+ laughing hard as our faces turn red in class
I'm realizing more and more that my life is not going to be the same as other people's. Seems basic, but it's so hard to grasp. This is the life I've been placed in, not my friend's, not that blogger, not this celebrity's. So, wheel, you can keep rolling. I'll keep moving, but that doesn't mean I'll stop appreciating the people around me and the life I have been given.
p.s. Guestposted over here the other day about self-portraits!