How Great is Your God?

You know, it's amazing.

I never thought of myself as old, and I still don't...but there are a number of things that are giving me the idea I'm not as young as I used to be....but still not old.

I can't believe how good God is to me. Honestly. The house. My children's health. Peace of mind. Myself back. Good family. Good friends (well...most of them anyway). A job I thoroughly enjoy. Restoration. Promises. Growth. Victories. And....oh guys (and gals) so much more in store!

Each day is a learning experience and this desire in my heart to serve Him just grows. How great is my God? Oh my. Better yet, how great is your God? What has He done for you? What does He mean to you? What impression does God have on your heart?

Many days I have a thousand things to blog about. I keep telling myself I need to write these down and post them but....there's just so many of them. Life is so terrifically goooood!

One morning I was driving to work and I was singing praises to God and go so incredibly blessed I was crying. Tears streaming down my face. How great is my God.....! Everything came into perspective.

My utmost desire: To be at God's feet.

My favorite place: His presence

Does anything in this world matter?
ah yes...it does. But in perspective. We are to pass along the God we have to others. To show others who He is and the love - the unconditional love He has for us. It's not for us. Retirement. Glory. Fame. Better furniture or such. It's all for Him. He's all that matters. And honestly guys....we can't take it with us. Would you really rather take anything here with you?

I do. And I know what it is. It's my kids. I want each and every one to come to heaven. I want to see them again. I want to spend eternity with them. That respons

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."
I'm whispering "I was lost,
Now I'm found and forgiven."

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak
And need His strength to carry on.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
And need God to clean my mess.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible
But, God believes I am worth it.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches
So I call upon His name.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner
Who received God's good grace, somehow!

I have the fortune now of having a job I greatly enjoy. I find it very rewarding and most of the time I look forward to coming in each day. It's hard. It's difficult, it's not easy. There is alot of research and answers don't normally come easy. People break something in their program and it's up to me to find out what is broken, how it is broken and how to fix it in the quickest amount of time so they don't lose anymore money. I love it.

For the most part I enjoy everyone around me. There is one particular person I tend to bring to God in prayer regularly because he annoys the snot out of me. My opinion is this: if you don't want to work, why have a job?

I have to admit my attitude isn't where it ought to be. I don't want to talk to this person because he doesn't know what he's doing, he 'sells' a solution rather than find the right one and when he messes people's program up even more, he won't take them when they call back. I have come to the conclusion that it is better for the customer if I just jump in and do it myself than try to argue with him to do what he should. Kinda like having children at work - ya know? Anyone out there feel this with me? I have lost any respect I had for the guy.

My saying lately has been: God give us trials to make us better people. Some people take longer in the fire than others to burn off the dross the make purer gold. Why do I always smell like smoke?

I have to say, nothing has compared to what I have been through. Though this weekend has been very trying, we all know I've been through worse. I need to remember that there's nothing God and I can't get through together.

My main complaints about working is that it takes time from God and my children. I have been bringing my devotions to the gym to read while I work out. I need my Jesus. People around me need me to get my Jesus. Honestly, I need more of my Jesus. I need to spend more time delving into the scriptures and studying, learning all I can. I love to learn more. Seems the longer I'm with God, the deeper I learn about Him. What an amazing God we serve!

Oh, and get this! After all the hundreds of flower bulbs, strawberry plants, blueberry bushes, azeleas, roses and such I planted at the other house, I had such a heavy heart with this Spring coming on and I wasn't going to see them pop up out of the ground. . . . . WRONG!

All around the house, daffodiles....tulips.....iris....stellas (i love stellas)....dogwood trees....red bud trees.....WOOO HOOO! Tears streaming down my face. Purple flowers blooming in the ivy around the house.. The field behind me is a wonderous emerald green with a flowing creek into the pond. Sitting in the hottub looking at the leaves coming on the trees...the birds (finches even) at the feeders....squirrels running around.... God is soo good to me..... :)

Funny story: Apparently while I was at work, Bubs saw this crazy squirrel running across the tree branches. He decided he wanted to go catch it. Even though he was told that was impossible and the squirrel would probably bite him, he insisted. So...he was let out the door.

Out he tears towards the back yard to the squirrel. Gets about 20 feet away when the squirrel, aware of this small creature running madly towards him, stands up on his hind legs to investigate. This stops Bubs dead in his tracks. Fear over comes him at this critter that has noticed him. (what was it they said, he would bite me?) He screams like a girl, turns and burns a path back into the house! (now that's funny right there)

He's also doing well with potty training. He's learned, pee in the potty and get candy. Which he will climb on top of the refridgerator to help himself to. Then he will immediately return to the potty to . . . number two. In which he rewards himself with more candy. "I pee potty. I get cannny. I poo poo potty, I get borse (more) candy."

Life is hard, but God is good. Aren't we all glad?