Over a quarter of a century ago I was born in a quite little community outside of Tahlequah. I had everything I needed, even though I wanted more. There was always food on the table, even though I didn't always like it. I had a good education, even though I hated homework. And there were clothes on my back, even though my mom made a lot of them.
Growing up I was a very shy little girl who loved to help other people, even though I didn't want to clean my room. I hardly talked to anyone, even though I wanted to. I stood up for myself for the first time in the seventh grade, even though I was scared to death and my hands shook the whole time.
Not long after turning 21 Peanut was born to Nickel and I, even though I had loved her long before that. I love her so much, even though she makes me mad. I sit and I cry tonight, even though the battle is over and I won. My heart breaks and I'm scared to death, even though I know she was created with her stubborn strong will for a reason. I sit and I worry, even though I know better.
I sit and I blog at 11:30 on Sunday night, even though I know I won't want to get up in the morning and go to work.
Then I pray, even though that's where I should have started.
Habakkuk 3:16-18 (NLT)I trembled inside when I heard all this; my lips quivered with fear. My legs gave way beneath me, and I shook in terror. I will wait quietly for the coming day when disaster will strike the people who invade us. Even though the fig trees have no blossoms, and there are no grapes on the vine; even though the olive crop fails, and the fields lie empty and barren; even though the flocks die in the fields, and the cattle barns are empty, yet I will rejoice in the LORD! I will be joyful in the God of my salvation.