Thankful

I'm stressed. I'm overwhelmed. I'm aggravated. But at the same time, my complaining is cut short by the memories that I have of my time in Nicaragua. I have spent time on mission trips there and the things I've seen, heard, witnessed and felt while there are memories that I will forever hold close to my heart. They are reminders of a song that I learned when I was a little girl:
"There's a roof up above me,
I've a good place to sleep,
There's food on my table,
And shoes on my feet
You gave me Your love Lord
And a fine family,
That You Lord
For Your blessings on me."
Those are the reasons why I'm thankful even when self pity overcomes me. There are so many people in this world, people of all ages, who would risk their entire lives to live where I do, to be able to attend a school and be super stressed about grades and tests, etc. There are children who would love to eat the things I eat and experience the events of my daily life. And not only that but people that would settle for far less.
I am privileged. I am strong. I am blessed.