Surprising New Perspective

God has been blessing me, and with things that I don't think I deserve...

But, that's the thing, they are things I don't think I deserve. Actually, who is God in this situation then? If I deem what I should and shouldn't get, would I be more in charge than the Lord? Yes. So with much difficulty, I am learning it can be quite enjoyable to receive joys from Him.

Things like:

My porch swing.
My parents.
June weather.
Iced coffee and happy green circles.
Friends and their loving, encouraging words.

Jesus! You are the reason why I can and will enjoy these things. Because they are merely things that point me to You. You are the thing I don't deserve the most, but you saw fit to give me Your life.

Lastly, I know this verse is talking of God's sovereignty, but it reminds me of the perspective change God gave me on my life, which is God's...however He sees fit.

"But who are you, a human being, to talk back to God? Shall what is formed say to the one who formed it, 'Why did you make me like this?'"--Romans 9:20

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Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it

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