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Countless Blessings


We were notified last week that the power  at work would shut off for a couple of hours today for some new power poles and lines to be erected in the area. 
 When I left work last night I cut the air down  lower than normal  in the hopes once power was shut off, the office would not become a sweltering hot box. 

 During lunch time today I sat in the the office thankful for the bit of  sun rays shining into the lobby allowing me to see to eat my lunch. Even though it had become a little warm inside, it was bearable and not suffocating. 
With our phone system down , the guys in the back  piddling for things to do to keep them occupied, I was happy for the peace and quiet that surrounded me. 
No noise.....
Just me and my thoughts.

Normally I would be counting the seconds until power came back on.
 Living in the deep south summer time is brutal. It's not just the heat that can be unbearable but the high humidity that becomes like a thick wool blanket and is extremely stifling.
But today instead of counting how long until the air conditioner would be blowing full blast,  I took the time to count my blessings. 

With all the division in the world today, it's easy, if we allow ourselves, to focus on the negative. 
To become consumed with the shouting of hate instead of the whisper of love. 

 Psalm 103:2
Let all that I am praise the Lord;
may I never forget the good things he does for me. 

Today I purpose to hear the whisper of love and count my blessings. 
I AM.....
Blessed I have a home to go to at the end of the day..... 
He is my shelter
Blessed for the family and friends I have who love me endlessly.....
My cup runneth over.
Blessed for the income I do have.....
He is my provider. 
Blessed my children are healthy and happy....
They may plan but God orders their steps
Blessed in knowledge and wisdom....
For his words are written on the tablet of my heart. 
Blessed when I fail.....
His mercies are new everyday. 
Blessed when storms rage in my life....
He is my rock and my fortress.
Blessed when I am hurt....
He binds my wounds.
Blessed when I am broken....
He is my balm of Gilead and soothes my soul. 
Blessed to be a child of the most high God....
His word never returns void.
His promises are my hope!!

Countless Blessings......

xoxoxo
Stacey

Jeremiah 17:7-8
Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, 
And whose hope is the Lord. 
For he shall be like a tree planted by the waters,
Which spreads out its roots by the river,
And will not fear when heart comes;
But its leaf will be green,
And will not be anxious in the year of drought, 
Nor will cease from yielding fruit. 

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