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Simple Things and Constant Thanks

  Sometimes you have to do one or two little things to make yourself feel special again, to remind yourself that no matter how confused you may feel inside and no matter how thin you may be stretched, this will all fade into the background someday.


  Sometimes you need to take a step back and put the moment into perspective. Stress will ease, the questions you hold will become less difficult.


  Sometimes you need to remind yourself to value the little things. Sometimes you need to count your blessings, remember the simple things in life that make you happy and help you feel valuable and human.


  Today, for me, this looks like wearing my softest sweater, painting my nails a color I really like, and buying two songs that have slipped amongst my favorites. Little things, but things nonetheless that will have me singing happily.


  My Father loves me, and my true joy is found in Him. Sometimes I need to run back to my Father’s embrace and thank Him unceasingly, and that above all is what I am learning to do. My response to trials is becoming praise.


  I’m not asking “Why is this happening?” anymore. I’m just saying “Thank You for everything.”

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