Pages From My Journal

     Memories mean a lot to me, and they are the second thing on my list of things I'm thankful for. For the longest time, I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen my foster sister who turns four tomorrow. I was able to see her yesterday. She was in a carseat, but she was smiling. She said "I love you" and gave me a hug and kiss.      Later that night, I wrote down every detail I could remember from seeing her. I didn't want to forget. Those memories are good. I needed to do that, but it also hurt.      Being thankful for those blessings don't always make you feel good, but thanking God for them is always great. That's why I make an effort to see blessings every single day. I've written some of them here at Equals Enough.     So be thankful for all the little blessings.     Happy Thanksgiving!

                         What do two and four-year old boys want for Christmas?   A cow, a chicken, a horse, a hairbrush, and a fancy, blue Corvette to drive. Why would they want anything else?             Actually, I found their wants very comical. I expected trucks or games, something I could afford. Their lists only left a hairbrush for my budget. We laughed, thought it was funny, and I even posted on Facebook on how silly they were.              Then, the World Vision Gift Catalog showed up in our mail . I flipped through it just like I do every year right before Thanksgiving. But this time, through page after page of ways to help families, five things stuck out to me. A cow, two chickens, a donkey, personal supplies, and a bicycle. ...

I wish I could just write.  With no quizes, tests, or papers to complete. With no Spanish or math to frustrate me. With no interruptions or fatigue. I wish the words would just come without any struggle.  I wish people could see what I see, feel what I feel, and hear what hear. Those things I cannot find the words on the page to describe. I wish grammar wasn't important and didn't drive me nuts. I wish the fear of opinions didn't slow me down. I wish life didn't always effect what I write. Maybe I like that last one. But only because God controls the life that effects what I write.