Sunday Thoughts

For the past two days, Kevin and I were able to celebrate his birthday early with most of our friends. On Friday, we went with our college friends to a Peruvian place, and last night we went with most of our home friends to an Italian restaurant. It’s always a great time being able to break bread with people that we are able to call family. 

Anyways, happy Sabbath everyone.

I’ve been thinking a lot about what the word “privilege” means to me. By definition, if used as a noun, the word means – a special right, advantage, or immunity granted or available only to a particular person or group of people.

To me, this means that I am privileged to be alive, all because of the awesome support system that I have. This support system extends from my family, my friends, to my healthcare providers, my readers, etc.  Time and time again, I hear that my mental illness is very severe, which is why I take all the medication that I take. As much as I complain about how taking meds makes me lethargic and such, I should feel privileged because I have the ability to see all these healthcare professions who know how to take care of me and my condition. And that I do. I truly do feel privileged.

I feel privileged to have such a loving boyfriend who cares so much for me. I’ve always known he would be the one since I was sixteen. But what truly solidifies this notion of him being the one, is all his great acts of kindness and love for me. He pours out his love in such an unconditional matter. As much as I can give him attitude and as much as I can be irritable and act like a brat sometimes, he’ll turn the other cheek and just suck it up.

I don’t know what I’ve done to have so many blessings fall into my lap. I am privileged in every single aspect. God, you’re a funny one. What did I do to deserve all that I have?

The bible says,

“For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works, my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.” – Psalms 139:13-16 ESV

My interpretation of these verses is that even before we were born, God created each and every one of us to be special and unique. God knew the trials and tribulations that we would face, God dealt each of us different deck of cards because He knew that we could handle these situations.

So thank you, Lord, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

God is love and love is God. 

Always,

Brettany

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