A couple of months ago, someone I really love told me I should thank God for the way my life has been and the way it will be.
The instruction was specifically: be grateful and glorify.
I didn't know how to do it. Besides being grateful every day. Besides trying to be kind to people.
I envisioned writing some sort of epic post—but epic is a hard thing to begin.
Last night, I woke up to gigantic thunder and lightning.
I sleep in a gigantic bed my grandpa probably assembled himself. There are ivy vines growing over the windows now. One window was open so I could hear the rain and any cold air that happened to blow through the leaves. It was one of the most gorgeous nights ever. I felt so grateful. For everything.
God is very good. And kind. I'm so grateful for the way he has helped me organize my life. He continually leads me to opportunities which I've never expected—but which are essential for my soul. He continually leads me from one astounding moment to another.
He has always given me exactly what I need. Allowing for heartbreak, for joy, for lessons, for delight. He knew I'd be okay just as long as there was double the gorgeousness everywhere around me.
Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?
If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them. —Matt 7:9