You thought this was gonna be a pity-party post, didn't you? Title threw you off, huh? Well, take off your party hats and toss the confetti. This ain't no pity party.
I look at my life today and often wonder: what did I do to deserve this? And the answer is: NOTHING.
I see it more and more every day...me having and getting things that I absolutely DO NOT deserve.
"Bring the full tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. And thereby put me to the test, says the Lord of hosts, if I will not open the windows of heaven for you and pour down for you a blessing until there is no more need."
I have a place to call home. FINALLY. For so many years, I was nomadic. And I do not use that term loosely. I would live somewhere long enough (3 months at the longest) for people to start noticing something wasn't right with me (drugs) and I would pick up and move. I literally lived out of my car. But now I have a cute, quaint apartment in the heart of little downtown Gadsden that I adore. It's mine! I will never take a home for granted.
"The Lord will restore the years that the swarming locusts have eaten..." Joel 2:25