1 Blessing, 2 Blessing, 3 Blessing, 4…

Today I began the 1st day of my 23rd year. Yep, my math is correct. That makes me 22 years old.

My week started with a pity party. I felt sorry for myself, pushing myself deeper into a pit of self-pity and depression. I wanted to disappear. Then i remembered something, I am blessed.

I thought about the share a meal project I had in mind for the end of the week and those who would benefit. It was that thought that reminded me that though I don’t have the prefect life I am blessed. You see, despite the problems I’ve had all year, the trials I’ve had to overcome, the disappearance of old friends and the fact that I cried myself to sleep last night because my world seemed to be crashing down, I still have much to be thankful for.

  1. I have a Heavenly Father who promises to never leave me nor forsake me. Who is always by my side, who has fixed even the troubles I have yet to see.
  2. I have a Mom and a Dad who sacrifice their last to make sure their children have.
  3. I have siblings who get on my last nerves but who always come through when I need them.
  4. I have family that show up in the most unexpected way just when I need a helping hand.
  5. I have friends who know when I need a shoulder to cry on, or just a laugh, even though they may not always be available.
  6. I have a church family that never fails to reminding me that they are praying for me.
  7. I have a new family (#32seconds), some of the craziest people I know, who take on my over the top ideas and help me bring blessings to others.
  8. I have food, clothing, shelter, and a Kitti ( Everyone needs one of these, you’ll never stop laughing).
  9. I am blessed with the ability to minister to others through my imagination
  10. And most importantly, I HAVE LIFE.

It doesn’t always turn out as planned. I don’t always have a good day. But when at each moment I realize I still have the opportunity to repent of my sins and to tell someone about salvation, I must acknowledge the fact that I am Blessed.

I’ve seen the suffering of those around me, not just the less fortunate, but also my friends who go through their various circumstances. I cannot then pause for a moment of complaint. This November 11, I just wanna be thankful. I just wanna be able to say “Thank you Lord. I don’t know what I have done to deserve your blessings and grace but thank you. Thank you for loving me. I love you. Alana.”

I know it’s my birthday, but count your blessings. Remember, once there is life there is hope. God has big plans for you. No matter how bad things seem, He promises that better is yet to come.

P.S. I’m finally 22. meal

 

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The Important Things

Next Friday I turn 22. That’s right… On the 11 of the 11 I turn 22, awesome right?

In my almost 22 years of life I’ve come to realize something. Our physical lives last only as long as God grants us breath, but we live on in the memories of others based on how we live our lives. This gets me to thinking ever so often… If I die today, how would I be remembered.

If I check the folks from primary school, they’d said I was the smart, barefoot, Indian girl. If I asked those whom I attended high school with, they either remember me as the Indian girl who never combed her hair and always had her nose buried in a book or they’d not remember me at all. Folks from 6th form would remember me as always being in the art room or as my best friend’s best friend or my sister’s sister. My class from dental school probably won’t even remember I was apart of the class and the same goes for my classmates now.

You would think I’m complaining but I find this all hilarious. What’s the point of remembering someone for the trivial things? What’s the point of remembering someone whose name is not found in the lamb’s book of life? A few years ago the theme song for the “Alana Show” became ” Live for Jesus.” I had gotten to the point where I began wondering if all this christian stuff was worth it? I mean,  when Christ said leave all and follow him he meant it. “Friends, Fun, Freedom…” But I now understand that having a ton of friends remembering me for nonsense is an absolute waste of time.

Lord I wanna be remembered as the girl who sang her song for Jesus Christ, Who was willing to lay down her life, and to do his will no matter what the price… As I celebrate my 22nd year of life, I want to do something that no one important will probably remember the day after. I need your help. Help me share meals with the less fortunate around us. I’m dubbing November 11, 2016, Share a Meal Day.

You see the truth is, it doesn’t matter if we are remembered what matters is how we are remembered and by who. So while we’re helping others, keep in mine we do this not to be remembered or for gratification, we do this as our Christian duty to our fellowmen.

Do what you can to impact the lives of others now, for what will it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his own soul. How will you be remembered? Make good memories today.

P.S. God remembers.  #shareameal. #november11.