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A Thank You Note To God

 

Just saw a writing prompt on Facebook (a source for many of them these days). Someone had a beautiful sunset image on their page with the words “A Thank You Note To God” under it and it reminded me that there are times when I forget all of my blessings in the midst of life stuff happening. At the moment, I am lying down with an ice pack under my left knee. It has been stiff and ouchy for the past week or so, and even though I walk and work out several times a week, it still feels like a rubber band that has been pulled too tight. Earlier today, my computer charge cord shorted out and I was grateful that it waited until I had unplugged it from the laptop  before it sizzled and sparked. A few times during the day, I experienced frustration that inflow of abundance hasn’t been keeping pace with outflow and yet I know that I am always taken care of and provided for by a generous Universe. I had the satisfaction of meeting with clients at my day job as a recovery counselor in an outpatient drug and alcohol rehab. I enjoyed being interviewed on a Blog Talk radio show tonight. My debut article for the Huffington Post was published today. I am getting together with kindred spirit/soul friends this weekend. I am still, little by little doing repairs and renovations on  and around my house so that it feels like a haven for me and for all who enter.

Tonight I sat on my back deck and watched the sun set, catching the early evening, late summer breeze, with the serenading cicadas ushering me into a state of slowing down. I lit the twigs and small fallen tree branches in the fire pit and listened to them crackle and the flames leap. I sighed with a need to let go of expectations for how I (in my infinite wisdom) think life should be and instead, accept life on life’s terms, knowing that all is in Divine order.

Photo: Glowing embers <3

 

For all of these things and so much more, I say a profound thank you to God/Goddess/All That Is~

 

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