2:15 AM

Alright so this blog is really gonna be something random. Right now its 2 15 in the morning and I can not fall asleep for some reason, so I'm just gonna throw out some topics that are on my mind. To start off, there are so many complications in life, and in just the past few days I have seen so many. The first one I saw, or more so heard about is the story of a girl in my church youth group. During bible study yesterday she did a rehearsal to a speech that she had do for class at Warren High School. The main question the speech had to answer is, what do you believe in? Right away you could probably jump to a ton of materialistic answers, but the way she attacked to the question was amazing. Instead of taking that approach she talked about her belief in God and all the miracles that got her to believe in that. One of the miracles that she saw in her life and really stood out to me, was when she started talking about a mission trip she took back in 6th grade. The speech went on as followed...

"In 6th grade I got in a soccer injury, while playing in a tournament for a travel team. I ended up getting stitches in my eyebrow, my jaw was misplaced, my eye and forehead black due to internal bleeding, and my teeth began to turn grey due to the cell nerve damage. As time went on I began feeling not only self-conscious, but I began to loathe myself. I got to the point where I would not smile, sing, or talk, and for 2 years I would cry myself to sleep. No doctors said they could fix my black gums, grey teeth, or eyebrow shape. And I continued to hate myself and go through life feeling unworthy. That summer was when I went on my first mission trip to the city in Michigan, with let me add, the most bars per square mile. That month was when I learned what true beauty was, because I was fortunate to be able work with a single mom who had 14 children, some hers, some she took in, and most with some kind of disability. I grew to love this woman while watching her struggle an ugly divorce, more than a handful of kids, and lawsuits on those who had raped her, stolen from her, and used her. I remember my last day with her she told me I was a beautiful girl; it was this phrase that showed me true beauty. The day of my return, my mom picked me up and said a doctor had called and said that they heard my story through mutual friends and knew how to help. Trusting this doctor, I had surgery my freshman year, realizing this was an anonymous miracle."

Now after reading that tell me that she just got lucky and at the moment she heard she was beautiful, a doctor randomly heard from another random person that there was a girl who didn't have sufficient funds and always was beating herself up about how she looked, that needed surgery that he can provide. Now I could turn this blog into one about how great God is, but quite frankly she already did that in her speech and my goal isn't to steal her thunder. Really what I want to talk about is how there are miracles around us all the time, but we often miss them or take them for granted. 
There are little miracles everyday, not all them as great as the girl in my church's youth group was, but even the small ones can turn a persons day from very shitty to not very shitty. For instance today I was having a horrible day, I started off the day by over sleeping, rushing to get ready, then rushing to school, and in result missing breakfast. So now the day already sucked, and to top it off I get assigned a project in early bird gym, assigned a new blog in issues, find out I have a math test tomorrow, and to top it all off I have an essay do in English on Friday.  So now I am beyond tired and I just cant wait to get home and nap... Well when I get home my Grandma immediately calls and the next thing I know, I am on my way over there to help them fix their Christmas lights.
Finally I finish and when I am leaving my grandma tells me, help clean the house, your mom had a bad day and needs all the help she can get. Being the great kid that I am, I once again push my nap back, and start cleaning my room for her and organizing EVERYTHING.  Then it hit me, I opened this picture book in my room and pictures from all my mission trips were in them. Looking through I saw people I was very close with and all the residents that I bonded with and helped for a week. Looking at them made me realize how foolish I was. My resident in Oklahoma, was a young man who was heading great places, until he had his car accident. It left him paralyzed and made him lose most of his memory. Seeing this picture of me and my resident Ron, made me realize how lucky I am to still be alive and what a Miracle it is that nothing like what he had faced has happened to me. Ron everyday was out helping us and engaging in everything we did, just because he embraced every minute because he knew that everything he had was a gift of God and was a miracle.