I can continue to sit here and wonder why these last 3 months have been as not fun as they've seemed aka hellish or I can accept it, praise the Lord and move on with life. I've come to realize that happiness, not joy, is an everyday fight and it's not something that just happens. When the only thing I've ever known to be truly stable begins to crash and burn, I have two choices...be upset or fight to be happy and make the most out of life. When it comes down to it, I've got no right to be unhappy. There is a stable roof over my head, clothes on my back, 5 cars available to drive, a fantastic school busting at the seams with God given talents, a community of people that I've grown intensely close with for the past 3 years, brothers who take care of me even when they don't have to, a dad who calls to check on me just because I'm his "shorty", a mom who has devoted lots of hours to help my brothers and me financially, grandparents who consistently check up on and care for me, literally the list could go on for days but the most important thing is grace and that should be enough. But when I feel like it's not and I want to bail or pout, I should remember...
"Your grace is sufficient for me
Your strength is made perfect
When I am weak
And all that I cling to
I lay at Your feet
Your grace is sufficient for me..."