The Good Stuff.

Whenever something happens to make me feel really really small, like this:

And not the good kind of small, I mean the "I'm a horrible person who caused people pain" kind of small, I try to think about the good things so that I don't self-destruct. For example.

First, the Creator of the universe is so interested in a relationship with me that He left Heaven to spend 33 years of suffering and rejection on earth, only to die a cruel death, to make a way that my sin wouldn't forever separate me from Him. That's enough to make me happy, right there. The Creator of the universe really, really loves me, y'all.

Also, somehow I managed to find everything, EVERYTHING, that I was looking for in the person to spend my life with, all wrapped up in one visually-pleasing package. :-) And for some reason, he seems to like me too. I have parents that raised me to have a good work ethic, to be honest, to believe in myself, and to always know that I'm loved. I have a giant extended family that I would do anything for, and vice versa, I think, and I actually like to spend time with them and they don't make me want to pull my eyeballs out. I have more good friends than someone my age tends to have, and there is mutual trust and respect, and fun, of course. So in other words, I have a lot of people to love. Gag, gag, and barf, right? :-)

I've been blessed with the ability, the opportunity, and the determination to get an education, and to further it in a way that I may be able to really make a difference in someone's life. Oh, and I also got a $5,000 scholarship for my first year of medical school - woooooot! That makes me really happy. You know, the opposite of how Charlie Brown felt when he realized that even his dog had gone commercial. My future is looking pretty good. I am thankful for God's guidance in the choices that I've made in the past that have resulted in my ending up where I am today.

Also, I can say that I've never cheated in school (argh! I can't stand to see people cheating in class) and I've never stolen from my employer. So I'm proud of that. Maybe I'm not such a hideous person after all.

Oh, and Family Guy was on TBS last night. Hooray! That was a whole big pile of happy, right there.