Over the years in my ripe old age of 28...I realize I have many more "WTF" moments than I would like to admit. When I'm not fully happy or satisfied in life, it seems like every Monday I ask myself, "Uh...Afton, where is your life going?" In turn, I panic, feel unfulfilled, and probably sprout a few gray hairs that I hope my hair color is covering. Sure, we do things to try and change our current situation; help ourselves, but it's not going to come to fruition until it is good and ready. In the mean time, we buckle up and keep pressing. There have been many times where no matter how much I've cried, was scared, worried, felt like I was at rock bottom or desperate over something, I always come out alive, with a roof over my head, a heartbeat, a family and friends, and Jesus politely saying, "I told you so."
And no matter how many times I've heard this, I still seem to forget how blessed I am.
So here's to tomorrow. Good or bad, we come out on top.
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