They call me Caroline at Joe's Java. Went there tonight.
I forgot how blessed I came away from that place every single day I went.
I am so dang blessed.
I have a family that loves me. car that is reliable. an education. a warm house to sleep in. a refrigerator full of good food. I'm not addicted to drugs or alcohol. no boyfriend that abuses me. friends that care alot about me. nice clothes. money that I can blow at a movie or on a CD. stability. I'm healthy, and if I were sick, I'd have health insurance to pay.
but most importantly: a GOD who loves me beyond any other earthly love.
people keep talking about how bad the economy is. and legitimately, for some people it has gotten bad. there are more people being served at food kitchens than these places have seen in years. but I need to stop myself when I complain about it. I have not done a single thing to change the way I live since the economy has been dragging. honestly. maybe I need to reevaluate. if I'm not getting hitting hard, than I must be doing something wrong. not giving enough.
I talked to a man today. a good man. a man who was feeling blessed and praising God because he had just moved out of an apartment that was filled with cockroaches and black mold.
I have nothing to complain about.
I am so dang blessed.
I have a family that loves me. car that is reliable. an education. a warm house to sleep in. a refrigerator full of good food. I'm not addicted to drugs or alcohol. no boyfriend that abuses me. friends that care alot about me. nice clothes. money that I can blow at a movie or on a CD. stability. I'm healthy, and if I were sick, I'd have health insurance to pay.
but most importantly: a GOD who loves me beyond any other earthly love.
people keep talking about how bad the economy is. and legitimately, for some people it has gotten bad. there are more people being served at food kitchens than these places have seen in years. but I need to stop myself when I complain about it. I have not done a single thing to change the way I live since the economy has been dragging. honestly. maybe I need to reevaluate. if I'm not getting hitting hard, than I must be doing something wrong. not giving enough.
I talked to a man today. a good man. a man who was feeling blessed and praising God because he had just moved out of an apartment that was filled with cockroaches and black mold.
I have nothing to complain about.
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