I Tried to Eat, But Gratitude Took Over

Warning: This Post Might Make You Super Grateful!



February! It was 28 days of awesomeness.

I am grateful, first to God, then to my spiritual family (with all honesty), mentors, superiors, family, and friends who have deposited so much into me. Whether they know it or not, they have all shaped me. And I love it! I want this to continue...only higher, deeper, and better.

Last month, I turned a year older (gotta pause and take a bite of my food because these words just keep flowing—why does this always happen while I eat?). Also, I got my will to write back. I think writing is a calling I can't run from. Every day, a gazillion words jump into my head—I literally have to tell my mind to shut up sometimes. Maybe getting these words out will give me a quieter head.

Looking at my past and recent writing, I think I’m starting to figure out my genre. I don’t know exactly what it is yet, but I know I love to write, and more importantly, I’m finding my authentic voice. I’m excited! I want to wield this skill even more. What genre do you think my writing falls into? Check my other posts and let me know. (Poor me, my food is getting cold now. I’m getting into character! Can’t help it. Can’t stop these words from flowing.)

This post is just about gratitude.

Grateful for the privileges, access, opportunities, events, encounters, and even the discipline that is shaping me. Whoosh! I don’t know how many people take the time to be thankful for these things, but I know I have my tribe—people who understand. People who feel an indescribable void—not money, not fame, not power (they don’t tie their worth to these things). They know something greater is calling them, but they don’t know how to reach it.

They feel it. They know it. But they don’t know where to start.

They know they need discipline, accountability, wisdom, maturity, tolerance, patience. They crave depth. They crave impact. (At this point, I’ve given up on my food and rolled up my sleeves—haha).

So when people like this get the privilege, platform, and people needed to propel them into that depth they yearn for, they don’t take it for granted. It’s a beautiful feeling! If you’re one of these people, drop a ❤️ in the comments!

I pray for everyone reading this (especially young people) may the void in your heart be filled. May you not conform to what isn’t meant for you. May you gain more clarity from God in Jesus’ name! And may we always maximize every relationship and opportunity that comes our way.

Let’s finish this quarter strong and well.

Happy New Month!

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