It's the small things

Today I received an email from a friend telling me she read my "Faith" post and "it moved her to tears." I have to say that this alone makes me feel that I count.

Some days I am not too sure as to who is my "friend" or who is my "foe." Like I mentioned life has been pretty tough these days. I feel as if I am in elementary school again in many circumstances. But these feelings will not be able to drag me down or win out in my emotions. They too will pass, just like the seasons.

Small things are what really counts. A friend telling you that "you impress them" or another one simply getting you a cup of coffee because you have no money this week, make all the difference.

This post seems fitting to give the lyrics to an older song with a big meaning :

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late

Comments

JuliaColeman said…

You count. You matter. I can tell by the way you reveal yourself in this blog that people are richer for knowing you.

Now, get some more decor stuff posted!

9:59 PM

redellen14 said…

Hey baby girl...you will always count to me. I love you more then you could ever understand! My baby, my friend.

3:47 AM

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