Tender Blessings
At times like these, the only effective prayer is to put a finger on my lips and silently remember my blessings.
I have much in my life to be grateful for. Much of it has been forgotten recently, and I'm so sorry for that. But I have learned some valuable lessons, and it has all been a good process.
I learned that I was more naive than I thought I was, that I really had no clue how the world worked. I learned that I was sentimental, and I don't want to be sentimental. I want to have a heart, for sure, but I don't want to be cheesy, because that kind of attitude can really stick a knife into your growth. I learned, basically, that I am young and that I have much to learn, and that four years of college is just barely the beginning.
I also learned that there is a part of each one of us, a very quiet part, that is just waiting to reach out and comfort and bless us. I think that maybe most people never realize this quality exists inside themselves, but even so, it's there. And it's probably the best thing we have.
I learned, finally, that even in hard times like these, there are always things to be grateful for. And gratitude must be remembered. It's gratitude that will pull me out of a rut. It's gratitude that heals. When I start talking too much, or can't be still, or experience very difficult trials, as I have recently, gratitude calms me, stables me, and reminds me that a divine sense of Love is always here, ever present, though we may not know it. When I just remember to give gratitude for the merciful blessings in my life, something changes inside me, and a whole new sense of peace, fulfillment, and confidence is born.
(I apologize, I'm being purposely cryptic right now.)
I have much in my life to be grateful for. Much of it has been forgotten recently, and I'm so sorry for that. But I have learned some valuable lessons, and it has all been a good process.
I learned that I was more naive than I thought I was, that I really had no clue how the world worked. I learned that I was sentimental, and I don't want to be sentimental. I want to have a heart, for sure, but I don't want to be cheesy, because that kind of attitude can really stick a knife into your growth. I learned, basically, that I am young and that I have much to learn, and that four years of college is just barely the beginning.
I also learned that there is a part of each one of us, a very quiet part, that is just waiting to reach out and comfort and bless us. I think that maybe most people never realize this quality exists inside themselves, but even so, it's there. And it's probably the best thing we have.
I learned, finally, that even in hard times like these, there are always things to be grateful for. And gratitude must be remembered. It's gratitude that will pull me out of a rut. It's gratitude that heals. When I start talking too much, or can't be still, or experience very difficult trials, as I have recently, gratitude calms me, stables me, and reminds me that a divine sense of Love is always here, ever present, though we may not know it. When I just remember to give gratitude for the merciful blessings in my life, something changes inside me, and a whole new sense of peace, fulfillment, and confidence is born.
(I apologize, I'm being purposely cryptic right now.)