Counting my blessings

Dear friends,
      I know this post is a bit late concerning 2010, but oh well. This year I've resolved to count my blessings. Last year was hard to say the least and it ended wretchedly. But it was last year. However, like every year which always has trials it was not without blessings. I just had to look a little harder than usual, but once I started I discovered how blessed I really am.


      Last year I made very, very good friends. We are not a click, because we always welcome new people and we strive to do that. But this group, we reach out for each other. We can pick on each other all we want, but watch out if people start picking on us. You see...we got each other's back. What more...we allow God to watch our backs. It's not all fun and games, this group been through a lot. Most people can't see what lies beyond the surface, the hurt, the fears, and the faith to keep going because we know WHO we serve. I firmly believe that this year is going to bring us out more to glorify God. You see...there's 3 deep passions that lies deep within. First we all love drama, we strive to let people see God through our skits, we are about people and their hearts, and thirdly we are totally and completely in love with God despite our  ups and down. This group...they're my family and if you ever get to truly get to know them more than just knowing their names and the few things they like that you my friend are highly blessed. God has done mighty work in them. Yes, I gloat about them...I take pride my friends and family.


        Although my mom has been here one week and gone the next week, something that has been very hard on the family, we've learned that we really can step up and take the reigns. Frankly though, I like it much better when mom's home. I might be grown up, but I know I need her love and support even more now. But I keep counting my blessings every time she's in VA, and making blessings for others. That's the only way I know how to survive when she's gone is by blessing others and keeping the home while she's away. Guess what....she was the one that taught me that. I'm not like most kids, I need my parents...or rather I want my parents. I jealously guard my time with them.


       My parents allowed me in all the history of moving to pick my room first for the first time. Which meant I got the walk in closet. My clothes used to look sparse until I put summer clothes in there.  For the first time ever, I actually got a room put together. My parents gave me a new comforter that is grown up with the fancy shamchy pillows kindly provided by my sister. Guess what, I even got curtains tied by with brown ribbons. I'll be proudly showing you my room. This might not sound much to you. But this is a HUGE deal for me. Except when I was little, I've never own a bedroom that was as complete as this. To this day I still have my baby dresser, but I like it. I've gone for so long without that this is a blessing. This is paradise. This is one that I enter my room after a hard day and just utterly fill up my weary spirit. That's my home...a piece of heavenly blessing of paradise that my Father gave me. What did I do to deserve this...nothing. Absolutely nothing.


     We have a new home. One that I have come to adore. Two simple reasons, one it is a gift and the second people LOVE coming here. I am fast becoming a fan of blessing people in my parents home. A legacy will be passed and it is a precious one one that I do not carry lightly. When the torch is passed, I hope that I too can glorify God like my parents. We are about blessing people...and reaching out to them. Adults, kids, you name it. We love them. God is putting our home together and it is rich. This home is one I've never had and it will not be forgotten of how it came to past based on a dream. We are just now beginning to truly live.


This is but a beginning. I sense that this year will be more. More blessings, more grace, more love, more friendships, more family, more astounding life, most of all...more God.