Bless The Lord... Oh My Soul....

Counting my blessings tonight....
I'm  grateful, and it's been a long time since I stopped and recorded just a few random blessings here.    

I'm thankful tonight to have the most High God love even me ... even still, and forever.
I'm thankful for my bestest friend on earth... Myguy.  I'm thankful for the time  we've been spending together, ... to be held in own his heart.... and strong comforting arms.  I'm thankful he's the Bigdaddy of our kids, and grateful God somehow grows our love triangle closer together every single day.

I'm thankful for all our kids... their health
and that You chose me to  be their Momma and GrammaLea.

I'm thankful for this olde house that has so much story inside.
For friends, and family to love and be loved by too...
For my "Sidebar" and our united prayers. (Edit: Sidebar is what iphones change "sisterbear" to- so if my Sister texts, Hi sisterbear,.... I get: hi sidebar"  Still makes me laugh out loud.
For a special friend who surprised me so much yesterday with love, and Art in Lydia purple! 
For  apple crisp right out of the oven...
For warm sunshine on the back of my neck,
Wrinkly hands to hold and be held.

...A mentor who shares life, boosts high and always gives grace.
For hope through a fellow blogger
and encouragement through  people and places -  I wouldn't always imagine....maybe???   
For music that fills and helps turn me.. deeper into worship.  
Smiles from strangers...
and prayers from someone I somehow can feel sometimes?? 
For sweet dreams... and
the whatevers that steer to  truth... and into  trusting....
Those fluffy  mashed potatoes with  real butter.
Our locked fingers squeezing tight.
The  kiss in the doorway....
AngelMother memories... mine and Bettys too.
For art...and exciting possibilities ahead...
For the dragonfly run in,
For the electrician who's working here  and how his kindness trenched around; not through a rosebush. ;) 
 How he mentioned "You" to us!!!!
The tiny birds at the edge of the pond... chicklets with fast little legs.
The hawk catching each new wind wave...
How the catfish know the sound of the four wheeler
and  swirl up the mud; making pond water boil anticipating their fishfood.
That I'm able to walk, sing ... and whistle to You.
and the windchimes tuned to church bells  that help slow us down to  listen and really hear.
For growing grass ... and feeding no more winter hay.
That I get to be one of your dots.connecting along with others into a pattern I can't see.. but I know you do.
I'm thankful for the internet, ... for an olde shed and how  You brought me here... even tonight.

Thank you Father for all these things and so much more....