Day 9
Counting of Blessings
April 16, 2014, Wednesday, 750 a.m.
Thank You,
Lord, for:
THE STORMS OF LIFE
182 The
storms in life. The weather kind and the storms of the heart. After all, they
bring rain to cleanse and soothe all of the muck and mire in our lives, all of
the dirt and filth. They cleanse, fertilize, rejuvenate, and help us grow and
mature. If it wasn’t for the storms, we would never grow in this way. We would,
instead, remain stagnate and dry-up or rot.
The storms
can be scary and make us feel uneasy. They even might make us mad or
frustrated. However, they are essential for growth. We can either close our
eyes and hope they pass us by. Or, we can fully live through them and take it
all in so we don’t miss anything. When we do that, we are remaining open to see
how God is going to work through us, in us, and all around us. If we close our
eyes and think of the past or try to wish away this storm, we miss all of the
blessings right in front of us and all around.
183 Another
year of taxes are finished. Whew.
ANSWERED PRAYER
184 There
were two backpacks found last night at the Boston Marathon finish line, but
nothing happened. Thank God.
185 A YEAR
OF ALWAYS GIVING THANKS: THE JOURNAL OF MY JOURNEY, PART 1
186 Email—being
able to reach friends and loved ones across the globe immediately and at their
convenience—easily and at essentially no cost.
187 The Book
of Romans
188 The
bible
189 Prayer
190 How God
uses us.
WAITING ROOM PERIODS
191 How God
uses our waiting room periods for His glory. What I mean by this is sometimes,
god doesn’t answer our prayer immediately. Well… that’s not true. Sometimes,
His answer is: Wait. He always answers our prayers. It might be a full-fledged
answer, He might say nothing (which means wait—not yet), or He might say
nothing (which means no), or He might say no right away or yes right away. He
might also teach us something then and there or through it.
It’s in the
waiting room periods I tend to learn the most.
Oh, how I
wish I would remember this when I went through them! I usually mumble, grumble,
complain, and am just flat-dab ugly, anxious (worry, fret, stress), and fail to
trust God. He knows what He is doing, after all. Through the years, I do this
less and less. But, I still do it. I am still trying to stop it—and just trust.
192 My
husband’s Mom.
“THE FIVE LOVE LANGUAGES” BY GARY CHAPMAN
193 “THE
FIVE LOVE LANGUAGES” BY GARY CHAPMAN (This is the material B and I use when we
lead marriage retreats—and apply to our own marriage. It’s good stuff.)
194 B made
my love tank max out, for the good, this morning, when we had only been awake
for fifteen minutes, if that, after he heard Zack and I downstairs and Zack
decided to drink too much water, too fast, and Zack then promptly got sick all over
the floor. Big mess worth. I ran out of paper towels just as I started clean-up
and the paper towels are too high for me to reach, so that only delayed
clean-up. B came down and saved the day. He helped me clean-up and then told me
to go sit and he made me coffee and brought it to me, and he fed the critters.
Yep. That means so much. That was worth about ten gold stars right there—and acts
of service isn’t my primary or secondary love language. In fact, it’s #4, so
the fact he filled my love tank and earned all those stars is saying something!
What a good man B is—and thank God for him and for his mega big and gigantic heart.
195 I will
have lunch with B later. I’m looking forward to it.
196 All of
the good Bible study teachers around.
197 Another
new day. It’s an opportunity and is the Lord’s Day—not mine.
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