Hey Everyone!! I LOVED all of your entries from last week. They were all such amazing tributes to wonderful people in your lives. As I've mentioned previously, I'm counting the amount of challenges you participate in, in order to receive Tangie's EXCLUSIVE FREEBIE KIT, so there are no winners to announce this week. Keep up with the participation!!
For this week's challenge, as part of the "grateful" series challenge, I'd like you to scrap about a moment in your life that you are grateful for. Last week was about
something you are grateful for, and now I'm being more specific about a moment. I have a ton of moments I could scrap about that I am grateful for: my first kiss as a wife on my wedding day, the first wimpers of my son at his birth, being the only grandchild on both sides of the family to graduate from college, moving 2500 miles away from home to live in a place I've never visited before. But the moment I would scrap about would be the moment I had when I was 15. I had told my mother that I was afraid of April 23 coming (and I apologize if this date is your birthday). I didn't want April 23 to arrive and I didn't know why. I just had a bad bad bad feeling about the day. The one thing my mom suggested I do is to pray about it. So I did. I prayed every day for protection for me and my family from anything harmful happening to us. I prayed until April 23 arrived. I remember going to school and being ULTRA paranoid. I kept thinking some kid was going to scare me around a corner or someone was going to throw a raw egg at my head. I've never had an egg thrown at me, but at the time, I thought that was the worst thing that could happen to me in my complicated social existance in high school.
The day had come and gone. Nothing exciting. Nothing eventful. In fact, my family and I went to be early because there was nothing better to do. The next morning, I got ready for school as usual. I ran down the stairs to jet out of the house to catch the school bus when I noticed my mom sitting on the living room couch waiting for me. She asked me to sit with her on the couch and had explained that if I were late for the school bus, she'd take me to school. She then told me the story of what happened the night before...the NIGHT of April 23. At around 10pm, while we were all sounds asleep, my mom claims that she was awaken by angels who "literally" dragged her out of bed. (I don't know how much of that I believe, but I do believe she got out of bed). My mom said she was so tired, she still has no memory of how she left her room. She felt an alarming need to go downstairs. As she's heading downstairs, she breathes in an awful odor. By the time she gets to the bottom of the stairs, the odor is so strong, that my mom covers her nose and mouth with the sleeve from her arm. She searches downstairs to figure out where the odor is coming from. It turns out our gas stove had a pipe burst and is LEAKING GAS throughout house. Once my mom figured it out, she went outside to turn the gas off and came back into the house to air out all the rooms by opening the windows.
Till this day, I still can't believe that that all happened while I was asleep. My mom thanked me profusely for praying for our safety on April 23 and believes my prayers were answered. It's a moment that I am forever grateful for. If things had turned out differently and my mom didn't wake up that night, I may have had a very different life today.
So now that I've told you my grateful moment, I want to hear about yours. What is your grateful moment and what impact or there lack of, has it made in your life. Scrap about it. Journal the heck out of it and post it in the comments below to share with all of us.
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