Last night, I spent the night with Family Promise (back home we called it Interfaith Hospitality Network) and two families going through hard times, greatly effected by the economy, no doubt. This isn't the first time I've helped out; my dad and I have been hosting with families since I was in middle school. It's something that not a lot of people are willing to do, but it takes absolutely no effort. I think, honestly, it does more good for me than it does the families. They just need someone there in case something happens. In January, the mother we stayed with went into labor the day we stayed with them. She's still in the program and the baby is doing well.
Being there made me realize how much I overlook the little things that I have to be grateful for. I have the world's greatest parents and I can't imagine who I would be without them in my life. My mom has taught me to be a strong, hard working woman. She's never had only one job and she's never complained; she's always been active in my life, and I know she will always be there to support me. Aside from being full of creative pneumonic devices for the muscles of the body and for Hebrew vocabulary, my dad has taught me what real faith looks like. My parents have shaped me into the best combination of the two of them; I am so grateful for everything that they have done for me.
I have been so incredibly blessed. My desire for my life is not only to share my blessings with others, but to help other people see just how blessed they are. We take so much for granted; I just want to see the little things and recognize how great God is to care about me so much that those little things even exist.
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