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How to know when to be grateful!

Happy Thanksgiving friends! Wow time has sure flown by, I want to apologize for it taking so long for me to blog... my life literally has been crazy these past few weeks. Now I am not asking for a pity party, or your sympathy, because all of the incidents that have happened to me have helped me me more grateful for the things that I have instead of the things that I yearn after. Well buckle up, I am going to take you on my adventure the past couple of weeks.

This time of year is when everyone should be gathering together and celebrating with family. Well my family has been doing so, but not like one would want. In the past two months or so , my family has had two surgeries, an emergency room visit, two cars break down to where we ended up getting a new car, and a sister get married,a sister get engaged, and a sister have an ovarian cyst burst. At first we all kept asking, when will we ever get a break from this hectic way of life. Well it never will get any easier, I am lucky to have learned this at such a young age, so then I wont be so surprised when I have kids and a family of my own. While I have played "nurse" a few times during the month, I had to learn to be strong for my parents, when in fact they have been strong for me my whole life. It was hard and I don't know how they ever did it with five girls. I know that Heavenly Father has been watching out for us though, there is not one single thing that he would try us for that we could not handle. My family has received countless blessings during this time, and it is these little miracles that have helped me grow closer to my family and rely on prayer and see how both prayer and faith play a part in making it through trials. As my mom was recovering from her affliction, I have never, even in my whole life see her so sick. It was so sad, I couldn't take the pain away, I could stop what was happening on the inside, I just had to watch. As a child, I have never wanted to cry so much, because the only thing I could do was watch. When I started to get sad, or upset, I saw how it affected my school work, my attitude, and even my health. It was at that moment, when I decided that things could be worse. I was grateful for the opportunity to then take care of my parents, doing whatever I could to try to make things better for them. Even if it was running to the store to pick a prescription, or food for the night, or even answering the door, or even telling them not to move and let us take care of them for once, I did it with a smile on my face and usually cried later. Yes it was hard, but there is not one day of the past few months that I am not grateful for. I have learned such a valuable lesson and my family has become "a strong knit" family. So when things seem like they are at their worst... think of what you have and count those as blessings. Be grateful, for there is always someone in a worse position. Get down on your knees and thank Heavenly Father for the tender mercies that are given to you, and thank him for what you have. I love my family, I know that we have each other's backs and we are strong! I have come to know a new side of my parents, and I love it, they are so humble in every way, I can only hope that one day I can be half of what they are for my kids. I hope that you guys take in to count that when you feel like you should give up, don't, there will always be something good awaiting you at the end of the tunnel, this I promise you. I found a quote by Brian Tracy that fits perfect with this... "Develop an attitude of gratitude, and give thanks for everything that happens to you, knowing every step forward is a step toward achieving something bigger and better than your current situation."
I love you guys and wish the best for all of you, you are strong and you have the ability to strive to be what you want to do what you wish! I hope that all of you have an amazing Thanksgiving! Happy Turkey Day!

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