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.