We have made it through to another Thankful Thursday. This month it is hosted by Lynn from Spiritually Unequal Marriage. Hop on over to link up and share what you are thankful for this week. Don't be afraid to share it with me too in the comment section!
Have you ever wanted to be like someone else? Everyone has. There is always that one feature from someone else that you wish you had. I was always happy with myself. The only things I wanted that others had was nice smooth clear skin.
As a teen I was plagued by pimples and horrible skin. My face was the typical teenager face. I didn't think so though. Everyone around me seemed to be immune to acne. Now that I'm well past that stage in life, I can look back and see that I wasn't the only one. I was one of the worst though.
I also wanted the spunk and bravery some of the others had. I was a shy sweet soul. I didn't volunteer for much and didn't excel in the social department. I was never the outcast, just the sweet girl you could overlook or include when you thought about it.
Now that I'm an adult a lot of that has changed. I no longer have bad skin, even though I do have some scars. I am a sweet soul, but have learned not to be so shy. Life has taught me to stand up and say what I want or need. If I want something I have to get up and get it, or someone else will.
In all of this I have realized that I am different. God made me this way. He gave me all the tools to be the person He wanted me to be. All I had to do was use them. I am thankful for my individuality! I am thankful I was made the way I am. Life has taught me a lot. No longer do I wish for the skin of someone else or the spunk and bravery of others. I have what I need and can proudly be the person The Lord made me to be. With the skin and soul God gave me I have attracted a husband and have a son. My family loves me for me and I am the happiest I have ever been. God is good. He will always want me to be happy and has made me in His image.
Thanks for visiting my blog. This blog has been created to save my self from all the crazy voices in my head. The ones that say "Did you do that right?" "Should you have given him that third piece of candy?" and the loudest one of all "Are you raising him to be a good person or a spoiled man?" You can finde out about all my crazy problems being a mom to my one and only little boy.