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Sometimes I Forget

...just how blessed I am.  God is good and knows what I need, and yet in my case He has even provided beyond that.  So, so much beyond.  I am so very grateful and humbled by His provision, when it comes to mind.  And yet, more often than not, I find that I forget to praise Him for being so gracious to an undeserving wretch like me!  I in no way deserve any of these material blessings, and it is God's grace alone that has given me all that I have.  Praise and glory be to Him!

I was thinking about it as I called up the baby store in North Van today and dropped my credit card digits to purchase our new mini-crib.  Our uber-swanky stroller/carseat travel system, which is still sitting in a box in our "foyer"/kitchen area, stares at me from the hardwood and reminds me that not everyone gets a new stroller/car seat for their kid, much less an eco-friendly one that was made by Orbit.  And not everyone gets to live somewhere with hardwood.

Tonight is our community group Christmas event.  When I think about how much food we will have, and how I didn't even think twice about spending that amount on chocolate, hors d'oeurves and egg nog, I feel ashamed.  There are many out there, many I know, who count pennies and dimes and nickels and save hard to provide even *one* treat for their family at Christmastime.  Me? I go nuts on holiday goodies and it doesn't even phase me.  Shame on my ungrateful heart.

Before I get down to prepping for the night's festivities, I'm heading for a facial.  Yes, a facial.  It is my first one, granted, in like a year and a half, and Hubbs and I aren't exchanging Christmas gifts, but *still.*  Still, this is so a luxury beyond what most can afford.  How blessed am I.

And finally, I was doing laundry (insuite - another blessing) and folding baby's clothes.  Her new clothes, gifted by generous friends and/or purchased by her shopaholic mommy.  Since when does a baby need that many new items - and organic cotton/bamboo ones, to boot?! Blessed, blessed, truly blessed.  And wholly ungrateful.

Thank God for Jesus, who washes away my sin, and gives me the awareness every so often to see that I am wretched, not only because of my sinful nature, but because I am given so much and yet do not acknowledge His blessings with a thankful heart nearly enough.  Thank Jesus for bearing my sins, including my shameful ingratitude, on His body on that beautiful, horrific cross.  Praise be to our Savior who is good beyond compare and gives to me so much more than I would ever deserve.

May my heart be ever thankful and ever praising God.  That's my Christmas wish.


Jo said…
I *totally* feel the same way. So much so that I had trouble coming up with anything I want for Christmas (which has never happened before, ha ha). M and I are blessed beyond what we deserve. Everyday now, when I walk the dog, I try to think of three things I'm grateful for, and then I thank God for them. He is an amazing giver and a graceful God; usually, when I take the time to think of it, there are dozens of blessings I can count off the top of my head!
~Rain``` said…
I am realizing more and more that a grateful heart helps foster contentment in my spirit. I too am blessed beyond measure.

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