Grateful Fruit

Tomorrow I'm still grateful.

Grateful that the way is being paved right before me. In my own nakedness I was ashamed of the things I've done. Oh the things that came across my lips. I had a cement way of thinking. There was no way around it. There was no way threw it, other than being broken. 

In my own brokenness I'm being made whole. I used to ask the questions: why, why, why, and why me? In gaining those answers it dawned upon me; 

Even though I've been banging my head against a brick wall =

I was given medical attention.

Even though my ears was tuned into distractions=

I was given patience.

The tools that are being given to me now, equips me for bigger things.

Things that's bigger than what I assumed was immense. I'm growing, I'm evolving, I'm being made into the woman I was meant to be.

For that I am eternally grateful.