One Year.

The end of this months marks one year since I moved out of my parent's home.
I have been through so many things this last year of time.
I have been to the Bahama's. I have been as far as Arkansas.
I have learned so much as well.
I have pretty well "overcome" PTSD.
I have started medication for my arthritis, and gained more braces for my loose joints.
I have learned how to love, and how to deal with anger and other emotions.
I have learned that God's love pays all the price of every sin.
I have begun to learn how to interact with people and be friendly, and make friends of people.
I have gained a dog (Sandy), and lost a cat (Gracey).
I have learned that "growing up" is not a real thing, but maturing and learning is what one should do.
I have learned that God is the point of life, and serving Him through helping others.
I have learned how to fix a toilet, and install an instant water heater to the sink.
I have learned what it means to trust the Lord for things you can't control, and the things you can.
I have learned what is means to pray for others, and to simply care.
I have learned not to assume things about people.
I have learned that He made me worthy.
I have tried many new foods, and found many I like.
I have "made peace" with the troublesome times of my life, and have learned to move on.
...And many other things.

With just less than three weeks left until I've lived here a year I have been looking back to see how far I have come in this time. Mentally, and Spiritually I am a whole new person. Physically I am more of a person. Much has changed in me... Thanks to God Himself, and my wonderful Grandmother.