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Psalm 116:12

While staring blessing straight in the face and awkwardly trying to make sense of the goodness that I feel, I realize God has outdone me once again.

If one looked at past posts, some might really begin to believe that I was an emotional wreck and constantly underneath a little black rain cloud.  Though I believe that rain cloud served a purpose to remind that prosperity isn't promised in a life following Jesus, I am still at a loss of what God has decided to go and do.

He is blessing me.

Not that I won't acknowledge that I'm surrounded by a constant life of goodness in His presence, but here I am with said blessing...and so I stare at it.  Poking.  Prodding.  Not sure what I can do with it except learn to wear it well and worship the One who gave it.

The Psalmist went a little further to say that he lifted up his cup only to receive MORE.  More eternal Life, and more of Jesus, because the blessing only made him more acutely aware of his need for God.

So, I am learning why God chooses to bless His children.  It's turning out to be more mind-boggling than I thought.

"How can I repay the Lord for all his goodness to me?
I will lift up the cup of salvation and call on the name of the Lord.  
I will fulfill my vows to the Lord in the presence of all his people." --Psalm 116:12-14
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