I'm stressed out of my mind.
But I have felt extremely blessed the past couple of days.
Nothing miraculous happened.. Just small things.
A talk with a professor, help on a test, an opportunity to serve..
Sometimes, the small things are the best things.
Some days I'm sure part of proving myself includes just learning to struggle on my own..
But when I make a physical effort to find the good, and remember the truth I've been given
I start to realize He is there all along.
I thought it would take years before my heart healed all the way.
It turns out that when I truly seek for it,
I can be healed each day.
It's a process..
But it gives me hope.
