This morning I came to a conclusion.  I love my life.  I really do.  I work in a great city.  Today was an especially difficult day.  I had to walk 10 blocks in the sunshine and cool air to visit two doctors that I really like.  It’s a tough life, but someone’s gotta live it.

Then on the way back to the office, I had my choice of about, I don’t know, 30 restaurants for lunch, representing just about every ethnicity that I can imagine.  I had Korean food, since my Korean co-workers refuse to take me to eat real Korean food.  I liked the food…good stuff.  I had a sizzling bowl of rice, veggies and tofu.  Did I mention the kimchi on the side.  OHMYGOODNESS.  Good stuff.

Then I stopped by a tea house for a tea to help me suffer through the rest of my day.

The office was quiet, basically all day, so I had plenty of time to marvel at what a wonderful God it is that I serve.  Sure, I don’t know the “why’s” of working for the company that I do, but I do know that He’s given me almost everything I’ve asked for.  I love working in the city; I love serving His bride; I love spending time with the most beautiful, wonderful Savior; I love that the Holy Spirit is my Comforter, my Helper; I love that God loved humanity so much that He made a plan to send His Son when Adam and Eve messed it up for the rest of us.

Maybe it’s the sunshine and the warm temperatures.  Maybe it’s a heart change.  Maybe it’s bunches of people praying for me.  I don’t know what it is, but I’m having a love fest with the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.  I thank God every morning that I wake up.  I thank God for so many different things.  Even in the worst of times, I have it better than those who do not know Christ have it in the best of times.