Strength.

On my Dad's side, I never really knew my grandmother. She died when I was around nine years old. I only have a couple of memories of her and I. One stands out the most though. We used to bake in her kitchen every time I saw her. We made bread, fudge, cookies, all sorts of dishes. Grandma would let me knead the dough as if I was a pro. She gave me the sort of encouragement that sticks to you for a life time. I had a period of my life, where I was just so confused on what to think. When my Grandma passed away, I felt as if a part of me left, where as, that part of me only grew. I recently found a picture of her and it sits at my desk. Gives me the feeling that I can do anything, it gives me strength. The other day, her favorite song, "Country Roads" by John Denver came on the radio. Immediately, I smiled and thought of her. Daily, she tells me to stay strong to what is rooted inside me, my heart. When I'm walking in a field, or even just a simple trail, nature gives me that sense of peace. The sense of happiness and simplicity. I have one friend who has helped me out more than she knows in the past few days. Our friendship is a strong and natural one. It's one of truth and happiness, I thank God for her everyday. I thank God for the family I have, and the loving people that surround me in my life. I thank him for the unexplainable obstacles he puts in my life. God is great though, such a sense of ironic humor! Recently things have been tough, and now I can just look up and say "oh you're kidding, right?". Then I can go about my life and living for what matters. It's Christmas time, my favorite time of year. This means movies and gingerbread houses with my best friend. The smell of yummy treats and trees. It's the definition of content.