heaven sweet marmalade.
…every year, I almost give off this gloomy attitude about my birthday coming up.
But after a sweet youth group meeting, a sleepover with some of my girls, 150 dollars worth of Bonchon, snow, and a new nephew…
…I just don’t know. I couldn’t even react the right way at first. I don’t think I understood what being blessed meant; I never really knew what it meant for a long, long time. I’m even having a hard time writing this down now, I just
I thank God. I can’t even say what for specifically without thinking I’ll just keep writing and writing about it… everything, I guess. I’m a bit overwhelmed right now to express any sort of feeling, if that makes sense. But, yeah.
I think I’ll just lift up these praises to you, Father. I really can’t think of anything better to do.
