I’m grateful for the God who never ceases to show up.
I’m grateful for the dad who washed my car when I didn’t have the mindset to think about a car wash.
I’m grateful for the sister who walked miles with me, no matter how late it was.
I’m grateful for the mom who bought groceries for me when the week was so heavy I couldn’t think about eating.
I’m grateful for the friends who answered every single phone call and listened to me repeat myself a million times.
I’m grateful for the brother-in-law who actively listened to every story I told and made sure to remind me of my worth.
I’m grateful for the guy friends who met me all the way in Silver Lake for dinner, just to remind me I’m not near them—but never far from their hearts.
I’m grateful for the friends I met on the dancefloor of dark warehouses in DTLA.
I’m grateful for the cat who chose me the moment he saw me, and continues to remind me what unconditional love feels like.
I’m grateful for the man who set the standards so high—because of him, I was reminded that good men do exist.
I’m grateful for the neighbor who actively listened to my stressful days and reminded me it’s okay to feel.
I’m grateful for the cousin who drove hours to witness my baptism.
I’m grateful for the women at church who prayed over me without my having to ask.
I’m grateful for the close friend who helped me heal through shopping at a vinyl store—dancing like no one was watching.
I’m grateful for the woman who welcomed me into her home on early mornings with a hug and allowed me to drive my stepdaughter to school.
I’m grateful for the men who walked with me on Wednesday mornings, encouraging me in Christ.
I’m grateful for my apartment, which provides a safe place for me to heal.
I’m grateful for my body, which never let me down and only became stronger with me.
I’m grateful for spontaneous train rides and plane trips with my best friend.
I’m grateful for the ex-husband who saw—and continues to see—beauty in me, and displays love and adoration despite the hurt he feels.
I’m grateful for FaceTime calls that translate to therapy.
I’m grateful for long drives to and from work that give me time to slow down and talk to God.
I’m grateful for the Silver Lake Reservoir—the tears that place holds could fill the reservoir.
I’m grateful for the Blue Bottle on Hillhurst, and the table by the entrance—the wisdom I carry was born at that very spot.
I’m grateful that, for the first time in a long time, I’m recognized more at grocery stores and coffee shops than at restaurants and bars.
I am so overfilled with gratitude, and I’ll come back to this every single time I feel like God has forgotten about me.
Because He’s here—and when I remember all He’s done, I can’t help but feel like I’m His favorite.
I’m grateful for the dad who washed my car when I didn’t have the mindset to think about a car wash.
I’m grateful for the sister who walked miles with me, no matter how late it was.
I’m grateful for the mom who bought groceries for me when the week was so heavy I couldn’t think about eating.
I’m grateful for the friends who answered every single phone call and listened to me repeat myself a million times.
I’m grateful for the brother-in-law who actively listened to every story I told and made sure to remind me of my worth.
I’m grateful for the guy friends who met me all the way in Silver Lake for dinner, just to remind me I’m not near them—but never far from their hearts.
I’m grateful for the friends I met on the dancefloor of dark warehouses in DTLA.
I’m grateful for the cat who chose me the moment he saw me, and continues to remind me what unconditional love feels like.
I’m grateful for the man who set the standards so high—because of him, I was reminded that good men do exist.
I’m grateful for the neighbor who actively listened to my stressful days and reminded me it’s okay to feel.
I’m grateful for the cousin who drove hours to witness my baptism.
I’m grateful for the women at church who prayed over me without my having to ask.
I’m grateful for the close friend who helped me heal through shopping at a vinyl store—dancing like no one was watching.
I’m grateful for the woman who welcomed me into her home on early mornings with a hug and allowed me to drive my stepdaughter to school.
I’m grateful for the men who walked with me on Wednesday mornings, encouraging me in Christ.
I’m grateful for my apartment, which provides a safe place for me to heal.
I’m grateful for my body, which never let me down and only became stronger with me.
I’m grateful for spontaneous train rides and plane trips with my best friend.
I’m grateful for the ex-husband who saw—and continues to see—beauty in me, and displays love and adoration despite the hurt he feels.
I’m grateful for FaceTime calls that translate to therapy.
I’m grateful for long drives to and from work that give me time to slow down and talk to God.
I’m grateful for the Silver Lake Reservoir—the tears that place holds could fill the reservoir.
I’m grateful for the Blue Bottle on Hillhurst, and the table by the entrance—the wisdom I carry was born at that very spot.
I’m grateful that, for the first time in a long time, I’m recognized more at grocery stores and coffee shops than at restaurants and bars.
I am so overfilled with gratitude, and I’ll come back to this every single time I feel like God has forgotten about me.
Because He’s here—and when I remember all He’s done, I can’t help but feel like I’m His favorite.
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