For all the complaining that I did yesterday, God was more than gracious in reminding me today of how much He has given me. Funny how a good night's sleep and good prayer can clear a confused mind. For one thing, I can't BELIEVE I ever expressed any discontent about my home! I have always loved this place... yes, it's small and not luxurious compared to what I saw yesterday, but it's cozy and comfortable and MINE, because God so generously gave. I thought about that today as I opened the windows to let in the light and the breeze, as I marveled at the begonias in the flowerboxes (the flowers that I haven't managed to kill yet), as I baked a pie this afternoon in the kitchen I fell in love with the first time I walked into this house, as I napped in the most comfortable bed I have ever slept in.
I thought about Him again... as I watched my sweet elderly neighbor struggling to make it up the stairs into his house, as I opened the surprise no-real-reason gift that our Aunt Joanie sent to us today, as I observed Don fighting the hiccups while I'm laughing hysterically watching him trying to drink water upside-down, as I discussed my dreams with my mom over the phone, as my cat wrestled with her toy mouse and I'm giggling because she looks so stupid.
He gave this to me. GAVE it. Every gift, every little bit of joy in my life is there because my Father loves me.
I am rich, indeed.
