And coupled with PMS, I turned to so many things. I get depressed, I eat peanut butter, I get depressed, I have urge to fight everyone competes with my desire to be liked, I get depressed, I have urge to turn into seclusion, I get depressed. Didn’t I mention I get depressed?
Hello, Levity? You’re welcome to come back anytime.
When I was a kid, I had this idea that people became more calloused and cold-hearted as they got older. It turns out that the heart softens as you age. I am obviously a melted pat of butter now. By the time I am 80, I'll be little more than those sweet tapioca you see in the bottom of Zagu.
And today, I came across this blog that takes on a series of finding grace even on littlest things. Please visit Schmutzie.com blog site here. Sometimes we tend to see what we want to see, and forget about the mountain of blessings we benefit from everyday. The grace of the Lord doesn’t always come in a life-changing event. They also come to life in every gorgeous weather, warm hugs, and honest apologies.
In more mundane ways, these are the graces I found.
- 1. Garlic longganisa with garlic fried rice for breakfast
- 2. I loved the friendly drizzling shower of rains this morning
- 3. How happy to gaze at my two still sleeping kids can make me
- 4. The incredible thing even a short prayer does
- 5. I made peace with PNR train because they were on time today
- 6. A pleasant Sunday afternoon spent turning old acquaintances as better friends
Now go forth and count your own blessings!