Made

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep

And miles to go before I sleep.

And miles to go before I sleep.

Those words are from one of my all-time favorite poems. And while I realize that they're depressing and reflected Robert Frost's longing to lie down in the woods and join his family on the other side, I often murmur those last few lines to myself while I'm out in the trees. They just seem appropriate.

I am feeling overwhelmed with gratitude right now for my blessings — and feeling foolish for being a bit down in the dumps the past few weeks. It seems that every time I feel unappreciated or sad, God reminds me that He loves me and that I have an amazing life. He's opened more than a few windows for me when I thought that the doors had closed for good.

One more quick thought to end this decidedly Romantic-era post. I need to frame it and hang it somewhere so I focus on being me and becoming what God wants me to be:

Let every one mind his own business, and endeavor to be what he was made. — Henry David Thoreau