Open your eyes!
I have been thinking about my high school days a lot lately. And when I look back at it, I realize how lucky I was. I realize how lucky I still am.
I had my fair share of problems as a teenager,and like any typical teen, I thought that my world would end every time a new problem arose. In hindsight though, they were really not that bad. I had it easy. Better than others.
I remember the day that this all became clear to me. I was walking to Child Protection Services with three of my friends. My close friend's father had hit her with his fists. We were going to see a Social Worker,we needed advice. So,the four of us sat there and my friend started telling her story. She spoke of how her Father hit her. It got me thinking how lucky I was to have a Father who protected me at all times,at any cost! I was blessed to have a Father who had never laid his hand on me.
My other friend soon spoke too. She told the story of how difficult her relationship with her Mom was. She recalled how they had argued one day and her Mom chased her with a knife. This story also made me think. I thought how lucky I was to have a Mom who was kind and nurturing. A Mom who always gave me the warmest hugs and wiped my tears when I cried. I was blessed to have a Mom who always showed me love.
So we all sat there with a box of tissues, wiping the tears from our eyes. It was an emotional day to say the least. It was bitter sweet. My friends felt relieved to have shared their stories. I felt like I should be there for them, and I tried my best to do exactly that. In time, things did eventually fall into place, but that day, the wounds were still fresh, they still had to heal.
I went home that day and I looked at my parents in a way I had never looked at them before. I was so happy that the home they built for my siblings and I, was one built on a solid foundation of love. I was thankful that God had blessed me with parents who would do anything for their children. We did not come from much, but what they gave us was more than we could ask for. They went without certain things to make sure we had what we needed. That day, I realized that I was the fortunate one to have them in my life. That day, I realized that I would never live in fear, because my parents would die before they harmed me. That day, my eyes were opened and I have never closed them since. There were times that I angered them or they made me upset, but I have never failed to see how blessed I am, simply by having them in my life.
Are your eyes open to the blessings in your life? Make sure they are. And make sure you do not close them again. Witness the blessings.
Open your eyes, it is never too late.
Take Care
Miss Stone
I had my fair share of problems as a teenager,and like any typical teen, I thought that my world would end every time a new problem arose. In hindsight though, they were really not that bad. I had it easy. Better than others.
I remember the day that this all became clear to me. I was walking to Child Protection Services with three of my friends. My close friend's father had hit her with his fists. We were going to see a Social Worker,we needed advice. So,the four of us sat there and my friend started telling her story. She spoke of how her Father hit her. It got me thinking how lucky I was to have a Father who protected me at all times,at any cost! I was blessed to have a Father who had never laid his hand on me.
My other friend soon spoke too. She told the story of how difficult her relationship with her Mom was. She recalled how they had argued one day and her Mom chased her with a knife. This story also made me think. I thought how lucky I was to have a Mom who was kind and nurturing. A Mom who always gave me the warmest hugs and wiped my tears when I cried. I was blessed to have a Mom who always showed me love.
So we all sat there with a box of tissues, wiping the tears from our eyes. It was an emotional day to say the least. It was bitter sweet. My friends felt relieved to have shared their stories. I felt like I should be there for them, and I tried my best to do exactly that. In time, things did eventually fall into place, but that day, the wounds were still fresh, they still had to heal.
I went home that day and I looked at my parents in a way I had never looked at them before. I was so happy that the home they built for my siblings and I, was one built on a solid foundation of love. I was thankful that God had blessed me with parents who would do anything for their children. We did not come from much, but what they gave us was more than we could ask for. They went without certain things to make sure we had what we needed. That day, I realized that I was the fortunate one to have them in my life. That day, I realized that I would never live in fear, because my parents would die before they harmed me. That day, my eyes were opened and I have never closed them since. There were times that I angered them or they made me upset, but I have never failed to see how blessed I am, simply by having them in my life.
Are your eyes open to the blessings in your life? Make sure they are. And make sure you do not close them again. Witness the blessings.
Open your eyes, it is never too late.
Take Care
Miss Stone
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