As I was laying in bed last night, I couldnt help but think about how lucky I was. Yesterday was such a stressful day for me.
In first period, I was extremely tired. And my teacher said something that I couldnt tell if she meant it in a rude way, or a joking way. So that upset me a little. Second period was awesome, as always. Third period just makes me angry. Im always starving in that class, plus algebra just bugs me. I dont like doing the work. Then fourth period ... ah. Dont even get me started on AP English.
So I had (have) homework in all four classes right? I had a worksheet & vocab for Science, a monologue to memorize for theatre, some problems for algebra, a butt load of bookwork, some vocab, and a book to read for AP English. On top of that, I had guard practice afterschool from 3:00 - 6:00. I did some homework inbetween there, because we had a game from 7:30 to around 10:30. And when I got home, I just wanted to snap.
I think what hurt me the most, is when my mom texted me. She said something like: "I miss my E&MP (which stands for eldest and most precious). Come home already." And that really just broke my heart. I miss spending time with my family. Most of us just take them for granted, because they buy us things. Or when they make us mad, we just ignore them. But just think about how lucky we are to have them.
Gods given us certain parents for a reason. I used to always hate my stepdad. Like, literally hate him. But once I let God in my heart, something changed. My stepdad and I are defnitely working on the relationship & the relationship between my mother and I has just grown. For the most part, I tell my mom everything. And we talk about everything. We joke around, we tell eachother "I love you", and its awesome.
But on the flip side to that, my dad lives in Florida. (I have 3 dads. My stepdad, my biological dad, and the dad whom I call dad because he raised me. My biological dad, I do not really consider my dad). The last time I saw my dad in Florida was about a year or two ago. Its hard, it really is. We always tell eachother good night, but we dont really get to talk during the day: thanks to my busy schedule.
But like I said earlier, we just take so much for granted. I was laying in bed praying last night, and I was just thanking God for everything. My bed, my clothes, my pillow, my shower, my car, my pencils, my school supplise, the fact that I have a school to go to, my colorguard team, my parents, my siblings: and the list just goes on. We have SO much to be thankful for. I've never been on a missions trip, so Im not positive what its like in other countries. But I do know there are places less fortunate than us, where students dont go to school. And I know we hear about that alot, but I think everyone has lost a heart for those people.
The other day I was driving home from church, and I saw this man walking home from Food Lion. I'd seen this guy there alot, because he worked at the Food Lion right across the street from my house. I saw him walking home, and it truly broke my heart for him. God has really just opened my eyes lately, and just showed me what I need to be thankful for. Because for a while, I was always saying: "Ew, this food isn't good enough. Im tired of colorguard. I hate this school work. I wish I had that car." Etc, but now Im just thankful for all those things. Im ESPECIALLY thankful for my parents! Sure I have to pay for my gas, and school suplise, but my parents keep a roof over my head and food in my mouth. They also supply me with support and love (God also supports me with that, dont get me wrong!).
I think thats the biggest thing we take advantage of, is our parents in life. They're the ones who God placed there, and they've raised us, fed us, clothed us, nursed us, loved us, and helped us. We need more respect towards them!
I dont know why I wrote this, especially in such a weird fashion. But this was on my heart, and I was up early. And I know that when Im up early, its God wanting me to write.
Praise the Father, praise the Son, and the Spirit in one!
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