I meant to say yesterday but forgot that this spiritual exercise of “counting the stars” includes (but is not limited to, smile) noticing the problems in my life and the problematic people (so to speak) and being grateful for them, too. *Sigh.* Who out there finds that easy? But I’m determined not to pick and choose so much but to take life as it comes and be grateful for it all. Somehow.
The “somehow” part of that is still TBD.
But as I get older—and 48 is definitely reaching the half-century mark—I see that the mysteries of grace are inexhaustible. That my life is not fated to follow a certain path determined by my genes or by my experiences, instead, my life is in Christ’s hands, and the transformation of my heart is ongoing.
All I have to do is desire it.
Christ does the rest.
I will learn to rest in the one who says, “Come to me, all you who are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest” (Matthew 11:28).
And thanks, Peggy, longtime dear friend, for the comment on the last blog! Hope you are feeling much better!