Counting My Blessings

After having just recently experienced my first major heartbreak, I was reminded, not once but twice by wise council, to count my blessings.

It was in this period that I realised that I had not been alone in my struggles and that God had been the provider of my strength in my weakness. He sent guardian angels and defenders by my side to aid and support me. He gave me the much-needed push through uncomfortable situations to overcome my pride, insecurity and unwillingness to ask for help from others. He had granted me multiple breakthroughs during my first love relationship - overcoming my shyness in making conversation with the opposite sex, the discovery that I could actually love someone (and what it means to love someone sacrificially like Christ did, even if it means giving up my deepest carnal desires for the sake of upholding goodness and pure intentions for one another).

I realised that despite my difficult family circumstances, I had taken my parents for granted with the faulty belief that they owe it to me to make up for my broken childhood. It seemed that I had not fully forgiven them for their past mistakes, which I ought to have done, considering that Christ had paid for my and their sins in full.

Christ has been and always will be my fortress and neverending help in times of need. I'm just so sorry that it had to take actual experience instead of trust and obedience towards Him to see that.