I count seven times that my dad told me he'd come to my soccer game but never showed up.
I count six times that someone has told me to cut my hair off because it is ugly.
I count five times that I have gone without dinner this month.
I count four times that I have gone to sleep crying, this week.
I count three bruises on my ribs.
I count twice that I have been yelled at today.
I count once that I heard about a man named Jesus who loved me.
and He is the One who has made all the difference.