Counting My Blessings.

  On my way to school there is a tree that blocks the sun from blinding me at one of the stop lights I have to go through. When I used to ride with Scottie that tree was not as tall and did blind us. Just like we grew up so did that tree. It’s amazing to me how in the blink of an eye I have turned 16 going on 17, I’m in my junior year of high school, I am looking at colleges, and life is moving along so fast. My parents and grandparents always tell me to not wish my life away but it gets so easy to pass through life without looking around to see how blessed I am.  My favorite author often talks about the land of if only. It gets so easy to live in the land of if only. If only I had more clothes. If only I could sleep in for fifteen minutes. If only I could do this or do that or have this or have that. When in reality I am so blessed to live where I do and have the people I do in my life. I have amazing parents who bring out the best in me. I have a pesky older brother who knows exactly how to push every button I have but make me smile bigger than anyone else can. My youth group and church family are so important to me. I have the best friends a girl could ask for. Through all this “growing up” I am doing I need to remember to stop and love the little things. I love the things as simple as harmonies, a vanilla scented candle, a pretty cupcake, or a big fluffy blanket. I am so so so incredibly thankful for everyone I am surrounded with and have in my life. So to you, yes you, you had some influence on my life so thank you. I feel like around this time of year it gets so easy to forget about how blessed we are. I am trying to really take time and just be happy and thankful. There are so many people that I can include in this. If you aren’t on here that doesn’t mean that I am not thankful for you. 




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