Blessings abundant

Chapter one

It was cold and wet in the month of January. Putting on my sweater and leather jacket, I dashed out the door on my way out to the car. My dad and brother were waiting out in the car all dressed up for church. "Come on Grace!! We gotta go!" My Dad was not what you call the most patient person. But, yet again, we were running late so how could I blame him?

It's been a rough few months since September. You date a guy for 6 months(almost 7) and he just decides that your company is no longer needed. So, I had recently gone through a bad break up. And not the kind that leaves you running home and throwing things around hoping that maybe if you get mad enough the pain will go away. It was more of the kind that leaves you in bed running everything in your mind. Thinking of all of the ways you screwed up and how you could have done better. And the worst part of all, thinking about how that girl is going to make him more happy. But, it's been 4 months since that and I'm over him anyways. I'm over boys in general.

That's not the only thing that happened to me the past few months.  My best friend and I argued shortly before my break up. And, I decided that it was time to find new friends.

"Hey Dad, I'm volunteering at the resource center to day."
"For this service?"
"Yeah."
"Ok"
Today is a great day. I'm setting up the books and listening to the sweet sound of gospel music. People pouring in by the minute, I grab the keys and lock up the valuables. As I'm getting ready to go to the next service, I feel a scenes of excitement. I don't know why, maybe it's cause I've had so much coffee. I see a man sitting in a seat drinking coffee and looking down, he seems quite sad. "Hey, can I help you with something?"
The man looks up at me and smiles, not saying a word. " let me know if you need anything ok?" The man put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his phone. I grab my things and start to dash for the entrance of the sanctuary. 11:30, ok I'm on time, good. I start to think about the prayers that I have been praying for the past four months. When your in a relationship with God you tend to ask for more things from him. But most of the time I just talk with him to tell him about my day and what happened and maybe even how I'm feeling that day.

A lot of people think that I am one of those Christian's that throw hell in there face or think that I sit in the middle of the street and speak weird languages. It's sad really. But of course we will always pray for them.

I'm stepping into the sanctuary only to remember that I forgot my coffee. Darn it.
I'm stepping out of the room and go over to the coffee stand and grabbed a cup. I take a sip and, it's bitter. I laugh and take another pump of creamer. That tastes so much better.  I look at the time and..... oh gosh!! I only have 5 minutes!! I rush into the room and  see that the sanctuary isn't too full yet. I go to sit down and see; some guy is sitting in my seat? 

I set my things down on the chair next to me and start to sit down. As I'm sitting he then decides to start moving. " No no it's ok you don't have to move."
He looked at me with such warm eyes. My heart jumped a little pushing me back.  He looks very cute. Maybe I should go and talk to him. No!! No!! Your staying away from guys remember? Just sit down!! Besides, he looks older anyways. He looked to be about...18....19? Somewhere around there.   I hear a voice whip around and ask, " hey, what's your name?" Uuuuuuuuum. What do I say? Should I tell him or should I tell him off? No, that wouldn't be nice. Maybe he's just looking for a friend.   "My names Grace. What's yours?"
" it's Kyle." It was quiet for awhile, kinda awkward until," hey did you hear what happened to that house down on 45th street? Terrible right?" I was thinking of ways to just go on with my day. But there was just something about him, something different that I have never seen. "Yeah I heard about it. It was terrible! "

I think we talked for the rest of the time we had between the service. We talked right after too.  Something was big about him. Something that I don't recognize. I was waiting for my ride when he then shook my hand with a great yet gentle grip. And we then split ways. 

The next morning was interesting, my dog peed on the carpet, ate my fresh towel, and kept whining at me.  He just kept staring at me like i knew what he wanted. My dog, Jasper, is a beautiful siberian husky with bright blue eyes and a creamy white coat. He has a very bright personality; has more of a biting habit than anything. What can i say, he is only puppy.  I run down stairs to find my 7 year old brother eating a huge stack of pancakes. This kid can eat so much sugar that even king candy finds it disturbing. I look down at the plate in front of him and see a sea of syrup surrounding his seven flapjacks.  He looks up at me with the most innocent eyes ever. Such a gift when God says have faith like a child. A child will believe anything you say. You tell them santa has four eyes and twenty toes, they'll believe every word you say. 

"Um, why do you have seven pancakes?"

"Cause I'm seven years old."

In his head that makes sense. To me, means vomiting. 

I sat down at the table and looked at my options. There is so many things to eat, but they all have an influence on diabetes. Fruit loops, pancakes and donuts.

I knew if I ate anything from that selection, I would enter the world of needing pepto bismol.