The list; two months free

A moment in the background,
On the outside looking in,
Desperate for acceptance,
Feeling hollow from comparisons.

Bitter from exclusions,
Disappointment and regret,
Began dedicating herself to creating a list
Of the things with which she was blessed.

She tip-toed slowly to class
As she picked out her many things,
From one up to ten, the list quickly grew:
A flower between cracks, the cold that the winter always brings.

A leaf dancing in the wind,
The sun creeping through the blinds,
The sky's shaky reflection on the water.
There are so many things! They're so easy to find!

Before she knew it,
Two whole months had gone by,
Filled with so many blessings,
Completely transformed her outlook on life.

She saw her life in blessings,
"Oh that there is number 96," the moon full in the sky.
It had began as a search for joy,
But now she didn't even have to try.

Joy was in her every fiber,
As she smiled in thanks for the small things.
Each gift, each day was a blessing.
His graces were poured all over her life, He was pulling at her heart strings.

Even dirty dishes
Piling up in her room;
An opportunity to give thanks to Him,
In the middle of washing a spoon.

Oh, it is now so apparent
That these blessings do not run out,
The opportunity to give thanks in the here and now;
Breathe in my lungs, number 101, I've no reason to pout.

He is so precious to me,
He loves without reason.
His mercies, poured out, are new every morning,
So many blessings, He is ever-faithful, in every season.