I have a tendency to look at my life and think I am spoiled.  I don't think that people on the outside looking into my life would agree, though.  Maybe they would.  I don't know, nor does it matter.  
As a little girl, I think I always dreamed of the white picket fence--doesn't every girl?  And I have one.  Although its paint is chipping and in most cases rotting and falling over... BUT I have a white picket fence!
Then, when I got to be in my teens, the movie Pretty Woman came out with Julia Roberts.  Gee, I loved that movie!  I always dreamed of my knight in a tux and limo!  Well, no tux, no limo, but I did get the knight!  I am so blessed.
Then, I got some blessing in disguise.  To be honest, I never wanted kids--mine were not planned and well, I was so selfish, I just didn't want them.  Then I got saved (spoiled again) and suddenly my children were precious to me.  Two little faces I can't help but smother in love. 
Also, as a younger than I am now adult, my friends were few and I really never believed they were my friends.  I always felt they were my friend becasue I was the one with a car, or the house, or the beer, or the whatever and NOT becasue they actually wanted to be my friend.  Since understanding salvation and finding a fellowship of true believers I have so many friends that are real!  I know they are real too, becasue they don't just tell me what I want to hear but also the yucky stuff I need to hear-- like the verse that says faithful are the wounds of a friend.  
I appreciate the wounds from my friends, when they have motives to help me in my spiritual walk.  I never had that before.  Like with my kids, I discipline them becasue I love them, if I didn't, I'd let them do whatever they want when ever they want to do whatever it is.  I am so spoiled.  So blessed.
Last night we ate leftovers--blessed with the abundance to have the same meal twice!  I have clean water.  I have warm blankets at night, and more shoes than I could ever need.  I have strangers who pick up my garbage every week that it doesn't pile up in my yard.   Too many clothes too.   Spoiled.  I am just so spoiled. 
 

3 comments:
Yes, I am spoiled too. Although sometimes my mind has a problem remembering that truth.
Thank you for stopping by and your sweet comments.Pruning is a rough process and I am not ashamed to admit it. When I am tried in the end--I want to come out like pure Gold.
The fire is being turned up at a fast rate and I am feeling it.
I love the recalled--in your side bar. Did you write it? And if so may I post it on my blog and give you credit?
Thanks again.
Oh, thankyou! But I can not take credit for the Recalled thing. I got it in an email. Feel free to copy it and maybe mention you saw it here? Then maybe some new people will pop in and say "hi"! I LOVE company!
You might enjoy some of my other posts labeled as "Emails" There are only a few because I haven't transfered them all over from my old blog.
I love reading your posts! You are so good at painting pictures in my head and heart.
Thank you---God talks to me in mental pictures. Or I guess I could say through the visual--guess I am a visual learner.
Thanks-I'll copy and paste and use it this weekend.
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