I am grateful for my challenges. Sometimes I think I don't know what to do to overcome them, or even just make it through, but I am grateful for them nonetheless. I am not only grateful that they are my challenges, as opposed to some of the challenges of other people, but I am also grateful for the learning process. There are so many things that I've learned because of past challenges, and even though they are not easy, I almost look forward to a challenging time when everything seems to be good. Some things can only be taught/learned through difficult times. So today I am grateful that I can learn from my challenges.
Today I was sifting through all the clothing and pulling out clothes that were stained and torn, as well as clothing the children had outgrown. There was a huge pile of clothing to sort through, and an ever growing pile of clothes to donate. At one point, I pulled out a pink t-shirt and asked, "Whose is this?" Someone said it was Maryanne's, which couldn't have been true because it was a size 8. It wasn't her color anyway ... So I tossed it in the donate pile. (In hind sight, I now think my mom gave it to Maryanne for Christmas, and she said that she wasn't sure what size to get for Maryanne. Whoops on my part.) That's when Adam exclaimed that he wanted a pink shirt. Other children chimed in with, "It is his color." (Referring to his Dressing Your Truth type.) Adam bolted toward the donate pile and seized the shirt, promptly pulling it over his head and the collared shirt he had on. (Later he removed the collared shirt, after much cajoling from ...
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