Missing The Forest

It's easy to miss. The small things, the stumbles, the little inconsistencies, they all vie for our attention from the greater whole. The coughs in a sanctuary, the cars driving by during a silent night, mosquitoes around a campfire. I'm trying not to let "life mosquitoes" distract me from the Campfire. There's a lot of distractions, a lot to fear. But God is greater than all of that. He's the focus here. The story He's telling. Stress takes away from the beauty of being a senior. Fear takes away from the excitement of being on my own. Doubt takes away from our perception of Glory of God. We miss the forest for the trees. When I look back on this time in my life will I say: "High school was ruined by class and stressful relationships." Or will I say: "High school was a time of formation, memories and grace." Will I stand against a tree and scream? Or stand back and praise for the forest?