Well.....I'm in a bloggy mood this morning. I have been grading papers but needed a break, so this is a good a time as any to stop and praise the Lord for...well, everything!

I had a conversation with a friend of mine (she knows who she is) the other night and we were catching up on what had been going on in our lives over the last couple of years; she said to me, (being serious, not in a sarcastic way) "it's like you have this perfect little life!" I don't know that I'd say perfect, but I sure am blessed. I cannot take ANY of the credit for the benefits, blessings, gifts, whatever you want to call them, that the Lord has allowed me to see and enjoy.

The Scriptures teach us that (a) every good and every perfect gift cometh from above, (b) the Lord LOADETH us DAILY with benefits, and (c) His mercies are new EVERY morning. I am living proof of each of those three things--I am sitting in a closet at work and could just about have a little screaming/dancing fit when I think about just what the Lord has done for me. He has provided EVERY need I have ever had---financially, spiritually, emotionallly, romantically, you name it, the Lord has taken care of it. I'm so thankful that I can say proudly that HE has NEVER not been enough. I don't have any sob stories, but I can tell you that I have had my share of tragedy, trial, heartache, etc...I'm sure we all have our lists of family deaths, financial hardships, work worries, and I have my own list. But beside each item on my "list" (I don't have a physical list, which I'm sure comes as a surprise to the people who know my tendency towards such things) I can give a specific example, answer, benefit, blessing, or whatever you'd like to name it, for the way the Lord provided and took care of me.

Let me be clear--I have done ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to deserve anything the Lord gives me. If anything, my actions, heart attitudes, and thoughts would be enough on any given day to merit my immediate placement into Hell. I was born a sinner and, unfortunately, I live "up" to that name every single day--more so than I'd care to admit. In spite of myself, though, my Creator--my God--my Abba (Daddy)--my Friend--my Comforter--continues each day to reaffirm His love for me. Not only did He love me enough to send His son to die for me, He loves me enough to "show off," if you will (please know that I mean no disrespect here) every time He throws a blessing my way. In the form of family. Finances. Work. Warm-Fuzzies. Encouragement. Answers to unspoken, uttered-under-my-breath prayers. Deliverance from accidents while I drive. Safety for my husband. Bonus babies who love me. Colleagues who treat me like family. A church family that supports me, asks about me, and prays for me. A family who loves me. A husband who loves, supports, affirms, and encourages me EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. :)

I have no complaints. I'm one blessed girl.