This week has been one of those weeks where I'm incredibly unthankful because I'm blind to see everything God's blessed me with. But once again, God's shown me where I'm wrong through the words and actions of others.
I can't stop reiterating just how blessed I am by all the things I didn't even see coming in July when I started the car for the drive that eventually brought me here. Everything I thought would be bad has been not simply good, but fantastic, and I can only (happily) blame God for that. Who would've thought that God would use a cross-country move the summer before my senior year, a break-up, and all the muck I was rotting myself in to bring me to the people I needed, to make me into the person I was made to be, and to show me that He's got it all under control? Certainly not I.
But you know what? Praise God for the fact that He's in the driver's seat and I'm not, because the path I would've chosen would've wrecked me in the long run.
Now here comes the hard part:
I am so sorry that I took you for granted, all the people that have loved me and blessed me. I'm not going to try to make excuses about why I felt (and will probably feel again, in the future) that I'm unloved or alone. The only thing I'll say is this: we all feel like a solitary rock once in awhile. When that happens, look up from your storm and see the sunlight around you instead of sitting in the turbulence you make for yourself. It isn't worth getting down and depressed, because you're not alone. Talk to me, talk to someone. We care.
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