Why I Thank God Every Day for the Unwanted
I live a crazy life. I am the oldest of six siblings. I go to school full time. I work.
Doesn't sound too crazy off hand, but trust me; my life is anything but ordinary.
Like anyone else, I go through things that are not ideal. I get frustrated easily. I battle depression and anxiety on a daily basis. I didnt have a "normal" childhood. I have battled an eating disorder. Ive definitely lost past lovers. I live in a tiny town with dreams that are anything but small.
Not everything works out like you'd want it to. But, every single day I thank God for the things that go wrong.
I'm not necessarily a positive person all of the time. Sure, when good things happen I am ecstatic. When they don't? I can be a mess.
I thank God for my short temper. Simply because with every time I have a freak out I reflect and understand that next time I can think before I act.
I thank God for my depression and anxiety.
When I have a bad spat, and the depression gets the best of me; it's awful. But, when I get out of my slump I see things with a new light. I feel overwhelmingly blessed for all the things I have. My anxiety sucks, but it helps me learn new tactics on staying calm and what I can do to help myself.
For about a year and a half when I was fifteen, I struggled with bulimia. That was before I understood that God made me beautiful. Like most teen girls I didn't see myself as I was. A person who God intended me to be. I look back and I promised myself and God I would never take my body for granted again.
As for my last relationship, I was with someone for a few years and got engaged on my twentieth birthday. A few short weeks later, with a turn of events, the engagement was off. At the time, I was broken and felt inexplicably lost. Now I see that it wasn't meant to be. We helped each other in ways no one else has helped me, I think that was our purpose. As well as me finding a lifelong friend, which was his cousin. I didn't lose a love, I gained my best friend.
My parents had me when they were in high school. They didn't get married, but went their separate ways. Due to unfortunate matters I didn't really grow up close with either of them. But I formed an unbreakable bond with my both sets of grandparents, which I wouldn't trade for the world. Now that I'm older, I see the value of each of my parents and know why thinks happened the way they did, I love the man with my whole heart.
It's easy to thank God for the things that go right in life. But it takes a special kind of heart to be thankful for those things that go wrong. I always try to remember that my bad day is someone else's good day. I might not be able to afford those beautiful shoes I've been pining over for months, but someone else doesn't even have shoes at all. Being thankful for the wrong that happens in my life has made me so very humble. I encourage everyone to see their life and be glad that they have the life they do in order to experience the bad; but especially the good.
