Even though I'm busily preparing for a writers conference I'll attend in 12 days, a sense of super gratefulness has been rolling inside me. I think the Lord placed a triple dose of it in my heart, and I can't seem to stop gushing it out. Sometimes I actually break out in song for things as simple as:
Fresh produce from plants that came up by themselves. In fact, they're stronger and taste better than the ones I babied.
The ability to bounce on a rebounder. Last year I needed an electric scooter to get around because using my right knee hurt so darned much.
Working out with weights. Last time I tried, my shoulders gave me fits, and I had to quit after two weeks of miserably failing.
Sons and daughters who help me without waiting to be asked. It hadn't always been that way.
Seeing dozens of towering trees and shrubs close up no matter what window I look out. Ten years ago there was only one 6" tree on our lot.
There's a lot of things in my life that I wish were different, but when I'm wrapped up in praising and thanking the Lord, they become insignicant. May I never get so caught up in myself that I lose sight of His goodness and forget to thank Him for it.
1 Thes 5:18 Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus. (NIV)
In another matter, I subscribe to SteepleHill Historicals and Romantic Suspense novels. The good thing about that is receiving four of each every month, usually several weeks before their release dates--often before authors get their own copies. With that in mind, I will regularly review the most current selections--one per week starting after Labor Day. Stayed tuned for further details.