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Counting My Blessings One By One...

OK so I have been moping and generally having a huge pity party! All this while God has been sending me reminders of His love. I just wasn't letting Him get close enough. Am I the only one who enjoys a good long cry? My mother would have said "I was marinating in self-pity!" Yesterday I decided to take a break and count my blessings.
  • My family - the best ever. 3 caring introverts who put up with one demanding extrovert! I am so blessed!  Their faith in Jesus, support, and love for me gets me through daily.
  • The Lord blessed my daughter with a job in her field! Hallelujah!! It is now that her degree starts to bring returns (for her!). God is so good, Yes all the time and His times are perfect. 
  • I received letters from 2 of my prisoner penpals. This is always very exciting for me. I write to 4 prisoners and it takes about 4 of my letters to get one in return from them. They must keep them busy in there. It is a blessing to know that there are 4 individuals in prisoner cells who are so appreciative of receiving a note from me. What a previledge to be able to speak (write) into their lives - to point to Jesus and to encourage them on their jouney of repentance and pain.
  • My friends, who have called and flooded my mail box with love messages. I am so blessed.
  • My garden - Rose of Sharon is in full bloom and the Black-eyed Susans are a bright spot!
  • Tickets to the Rogers Tennis Cup. Always a treat to go to.
I feel so much better already.

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