gratitude at a late hour

Heavenly Father is patient with me. He is kind and forgiving when I make the same mistake for the thousandth time. He knows every thing about me. Every weakness, every imperfection. & yet somehow he still manages to love me and bless my life in countless ways.
He is blessing me with this wonderful place called NYC, and I don't think I could ever explain how grateful I am.

Chelsea Babbitt said it better than I could:

It was then I realized
I am truly happy. Not for the moment, not for a time, but for everything.

I am thankful for everything that has brought me to this point with no end and no amount or number calculated could describe how happy I am to be exactly where the Lord has brought me to right at this exact point in my life.

I have a long ways to go before I am satisfied however, there is always something more to learn and develop and grow to be better from, but I know I am on the right path to that end.

It's amazing what happens when you submit to the lord to guide your life. He has greater things in store for you than you could ever imagine.

For the 12,333,543,232,343,545,454 time.

p.s. i survived the hurricane and came out without a scratch. i can't say the same for this unfortunate car down the street from me. 


  1. Glad you are alive!! I was beginning to worry when I didn't see any blog posts from you!! :)

  2. that poor car.
    but i agree with you and chelsea babbit. last night as i was writing in my journal i realized i was just happy. there wasn't one thing that didn't make me smile. just an overwhelming feeling of peace and happiness and knowing you're in the right place and the right time. it's amazing.
    i'm so happy you're happy.

  3. Tell Chelsea that in a number with as many digits as 12,333,543,232,343,545,454, that I'm concerned that the digits 6,7,8,9, and 0 do not appear. It’s like she hates individual numbers that are bigger than 5. Is this telling us something about her childhood? Was her life especially idyllic up until kindergarten and then just become a blur? Makes you wonder, doesn’t it.

    Let this be a lesson to you about borrowing other people's writings -- you never know what disorder, phobia, or aberration you might be buying into.

    Having said that, I love the post -- both yours and Chelsea's.

  4. haha I might be add but that is my only visible disorder for now.. ha myrtle I love you. lets reunite soon plz.