Georgia On My Mind

To put it lightly, the last two months have been very stressful for no other reason than work. As silly as this may seem, my phone wallpapers have been reading like a self-help book to serve as a mid-day boost or reminder of the greater picture. I often found myself allowing the chaos of the day to seep in & I’d waste whatever energy I had left throwing a pity party for one. Then something happened.

Last week was awful. The worst week ever. After several mini meltdowns, I imploded. I was angry & frustrated at the person treating me poorly, at the administrators that failed to recognize the problem, at myself for not being strong enough to just “get through it,” and as much as I hate to admit it, at God for not hearing my prayers. I had finally reached the breaking point & just when I thought of walking away from the situation, someone with the power to help me did just that.

I realized in that moment how wrong I had been all along – it’s just a bad day (or in this case, a few bad months), not a bad life. Lost in the chaos and negativity, I failed to realize just how blessed I truly am. God heard my prayers & He even answered the ones I didn’t think to ask for. He blessed me with a truly amazing group of people – my family, my friends – that listened to my incessant whining, who got upset because I was upset, comforted me, supported me, prayed for me and who genuinely share in my joy.

Truthfully, I wish the events of the past couple of months never happened, but I’m grateful that they did because it taught me a lot about myself & it made me realize how important it is to count my blessings & not my problems. My story is a great example of how an imperfect person experienced God’s perfect love.

To my family, friends and readers, thanks for all of the well-wishes – when I count my blessings, I count you twice!