c14lee

It has been hard to count my blessings lately, especially since my list of “To Do” gets longer and longer, and usually comprised of “urgent but not important” things. I feel like I am drowning in the sea of mundane details of human existence, living out Thoreau’s version of quiet desperation. But I have to keep reminding myself that this is only a valley, that the road uphill is never easy, and this, too, shall pass. At times like this, counting my blessings is not about counting how many great things are happening to me—-it’s about counting on my faith of good things to come.

I can’t believe I am putting God as number 4, quite blasphemous! He has always been more on the background, but lately, I feel more and more the urge to praise Him for the source of all good things in my life. I haven’t always been a Christian, and even when I did accept Christ, I wasn’t always devoted. Fallen away so many times I’ve lost count! But God never gave up—-He has always loved this prodigal daughter. And I am blessed, because He is in my life.

I went to my first meetup meeting last week and it was a blast! I had dinner with some very nice and interesting people and had a wonderful night of conversations, food, and wine. I guess this is equivalent to that great first date in a relationship. But all in all, I am just happy that I took the first step to meeting new people, to overcoming my resistance to change. I stepped out, finally!