To me, every flower in my yard is a gift from God – like bouquets from my dancing years He personally wakes me, whispering my name. I know He has new treasures waiting as I hurry to open my bible each morning.
God has taught me that every day is a gift. Every moment with my husband. Each child He graciously gave us. Ones I birthed ❤️ and many I didn’t…
The sweet daughter He sent from Russia, and the fella she introduced us to. Now both married with families of their own. The kids that lived off and on in our house over the years. Even my aging parents that moved in afterwards… all have been gifts.
Each have come like a surprise. A few with panic: “how can we possibly handle this?” But they always left behind treasure. Some we felt, were taken way too early, yet God knew best.
Today it’s a BIG, black, furry dog that has come. A “gift” via our neighbors. She’s sweet as can be, other than chasing our cats! 😱 How will this work out? I don’t know, but I’m choosing to count this -one more gift… 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼