Monday, March 16, 2009
I debated this morning while at work -- multi-tasking of course, when at work my mind is always on work, kind of.
Anyhoo, some of my work moments had me veering two different directions.
For starters, Monday. Nuff said.
Secondly, I had some really fun conversations with some peeps who came in to see me and the weather was bee-yo-ti-ful.
My conundrum? Should I vent or talk about my blessings.
Blessings won out, kids. But, beware, the venting might be right around the corner.
Top three blessings of the past and present three days.
My oldest child, my man-child, turns twenty-six tomorrow. (You may have seen the miracle birth announcement -- five-year-old mom gives birth to a bouncing baby boy.) This is a huge blessing, the kid, not the big, ugly lie I just told to protect my ego. Our son is one of the most amazing people we know. We aren't biased, just honest.
Second blessing. Our youngest is coming to dinner tonight. There have been some sad changes and a tough few months since Thanksgiving. But, spring is right around the corner and we are hopeful for renewel and growth and eventually plants at full bloom in our relational garden. Yes.
Thirdly, an internet friend sent me something to look over because she knows me and trusts my heart. I find this to be one of the coolest things ever. How awesome is God that He can steer us to friends whom we can connect with and trust even if we never meet while on this planet. This reminds me that one of my dearest friends is someone I picked up on the internet. Of course, I did use some common sense and make sure of a few things before we met. But now, our families visit each other five or six times a year. We've connected because not only can we read each others' hearts, we like each others' hearts and that is a huge blessing.
Now, I'm going to put some cabbage on to simmer in the crock pot and 22 and I are going to take the psycho puppies to the park. Hopefully that won't trigger a venting session for tomorrow.
Thanks, friends. You all are blessings to me.