Thank you, Lord

The smell of brownies, which ended up extra-crispy. The idea of soft, chewy, chocolate cookies makes me smile. Smiling has been rare lately. Some days I wake up crying, despising the place I live. Some days I look at my husband and question getting married so young. Especially now when I have to make a decision between school and a baby. How many twenty-year-olds need to make a decision about those two things? Do I want to finish my education and possibly not get a job because I am pregnant? Or do I want to have a baby and start taking care of a family full-time?

But some nights like tonight, a quiet night, my mind full of anticipation about returning home, I am just happy and content with my life. I look at my husband and cannot imagine myself with anyone else. I take a bite of something I made and just enjoy the thought that I made this. I would have never cooked so often if I were at home. I had no reason. I know my Mom would have loved it if I would have offered, but I never had any real incentive.

Thank you, Lord for taking care of me. Thank you, Lord, that with you I can be happy. Thank you that I can do anything through you. And thank you, Lord for chocolate.