counting my blessings

Sometimes its hard to be back in America. Sometimes I just want to be sad. Sometimes I want to forget all of the hard things that I have seen. Sometimes I want to go back in time and help more or love more. But then, I remember all of the blessings I have experienced and all of the miracles that the Lord has allowed me to witness and then I can't be sad anymore. I can't go back in time so instead I rejoice. I praise my Savior, my Redeemer, and my friend for the incredible transformation that He has done in and through my life. And I count those blessings again and again.

I witnessed the miracle of new life (over and over and over again) 

I got to hold hands of children starving for attention.

My heart was filled with more love than I thought was possible.

I was able to reach the literally unreached with the good news of the gospel of Jesus Christ.

Praise the Lord that He does not give always me what I want. Praise the Lord that He has given me these opportunities so that I can tell others in America about the undeniable ways that I experienced His love, power, and grace. Praise the Lord that one day if it's His will, I will return to the place that has so captured my heart and my affections. Praise the Lord!