Memory Lane

Five years ago, I remember sitting down and writing a blog post about the top ten things that I was thankful for.  It was November of 2010.  It was our first Thanksgiving without dad.  It was my first semester at AU.  I remember praying together at the table as a family, knowing that when I looked to my right, he would not be there waiting to eat his ham covered with cherries.  I cried myself to sleep a lot that year.

Four years ago, I wrote a blog post about drawing my hand to hang on Rachel’s wall in her apartment.

“Our hands tell us so much.  You can tell if a person is a laborer, a musician, a writer, or an artist.  They tell a story.

Before my grandmum died, her best friend Dora would come in, every single day to check on her.  It was like clock-work, I’d be sitting in the room working on homework, and I would think ‘Hmmm Dora probably will be coming soon’.  I’d hear the knock and go to open the door so she could come in with her walker.  I could never get through those visits without crying, because I’d watch Dora take grandmum’s hands both so gnarled and rough, and pat them.  She’d smooth and fix grandmum’s hair, talking to her while trying to get a response.  But the image of her hands resting on grandmum’s will forever stay in my memory.  The picture of friendship and love between two dear friends….

Of course just like Rachel’s apartment, they drew their hands on our lives. They left their mark, and even though physically they are not here with us.  I see their influence in my life daily, and that is something that will never be taken away.”

Three years ago, I wrote about how thankful I was for my friendships with Laura and Jenny, my two best friends from high school.  How I was thankful for my friends in England, Scotland and Ireland.  How I was thankful for my Lemon Peelers.  I continue to cherish these friendships and hold them dear to my heart.  Each one has left an imprint on my heart and my life.

Two years ago, I didn’t write a blog post for November.  It was my senior year and I freaking out.  I was having serious doubts about whether or not I really wanted to be a teacher and was considerably afraid that I had just wasted a lot of money.  I knew that once Thanksgiving passed, I was only a few weeks away from student teaching and I was terrified.

One year ago, I also didn’t write a blog post for November.  In fact, I didn’t write many blog posts last year.  I truly am thankful for last year.  I discovered my weaknesses and found my strength in God.  I developed friendships with coworkers that I absolutely love and cherish to this day.  I also learned what it meant to fully rely on God because there were times when I had nothing left in me.  My roommates were a Godsend for me last year.  Megs and Anna encouraged me and prayed for me on a daily basis.  My mum and sister constantly checked in on me, and made sure I was okay.  At one point, mum even offered to come to just be with me, and I will forever cherish that offer.  I was and am thankful for my family and my prayer warriors.

Today, I am thankful for joy.  I am thankful for laughter.  I am happy.

I believe that a trusting attitude and a patient attitude go hand in hand. You see, when you let go and learn to trust God, it releases joy in your life. And when you trust God, you’re able to be more patient. Patience is not just about waiting for something… it’s about how you wait, or your attitude while waiting.

~Joyce Meyer

Life has had its valleys and mountains.  It seems as though the last few years were a valley for me, and there were times that I wasn’t really sure if I would  get through it.  The weight of the world pressed heavily on me, especially last year.  This past summer when I was determined to leave America, I really had it in my head that it was going to happen.  I will be honest, I cried when I hung up after my interview with LCS because I knew deep down that I was going to get the job and I was going to stay in Anderson.  I so desperately wanted to leave.

God seems to know best, and when I decided to trust Him, I never knew just how much joy I would receive in accepting this job position.  My Spanish teacher use to tell us to find a job where you don’t have to go to work each day but you get to go to work.  I wasn’t sure if I would ever be able to say that, but this year I am.  I am so thankful that I get to go to work.  I am happy.

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