Young,Alive and Thankful

Hello blogsville,hope y'all are doing awesomely well? As for me,I'm as beautiful as ever*smiles*.

A lot has happened to me lately that has made me to be more appreciative of the things and the people in my life..it has also made me to not take for granted,God's love and grace. I have always been appreciative but i guess,I have not been thankful enough. I still whine when things aren't exactly how i want them to be...I still worry my pretty head about things I have no control over instead of thanking Him for things I have...I still feel sad instead of counting every affliction all joy believing,He will never leave me nor forsake me till the end of time...so now, i'm appreciating life,good health,love,family and friends more.

October 28th was my birthday and as the text messages,twitter messages,facebook messages kept on coming in from friends and loved ones,I couldn't help but think about how someone,somewhere didn't have the luxury of remembering their own birthdays let alone receive prayers from the people that mattered most in their lives...how lonely someone was somewhere,on their special day...how someone just breathe their last breath...how someone was in excrutiating pains and begging God to take their lives so they could be free from the suffering...... When I thought about all these and none of it was my case,I felt so Young,Alive and Thankful.

At some point in our lives,we make a list of the things we hope to achieve at a particular age and when we don't get them,some people tend to either question God,or think of themselves as failures but in our bitter and insensitive state,we fail to realize there are people that just turned that age and have not achieved half of the things we have and are taking for granted.... Thanking God for the things He has done and for the ones He is yet to do,will make Him do more.

Y'all should have a blessed weekend and remember,to remain beautiful and always be thankful..

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley


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