Sometimes when I gas up my car I head inside and grab a V8 Fusion because I figure it’s the quickest and cheapest way ($1.49) to get a full serving of fruits and vegetables. I’m also that girl who only goes to the grocery store when she runs out of milk (and I will go to a CVS because the milk is closer to the door). You see, when I run out of milk that means total sadness, as in, no cereal for dinner. Unless of course, I have leftovers – which last week I counted how many leftover boxes I had to toss and it totaled four. You know why? Because I haven’t been home the following nights to eat my left overs. Fer reals. I’m a total social eater – I rarely eat meals alone and yet somehow I still manage to fit in my jeans I’m not sure how. I must run in my sleep or something.
Aside from my seemingly jam-packed busy life (I know you’re probably questioning whether God gave me an extra 10 hours a day to build my friendships, work on a new ministry and manage three businesses, no, He didn’t, but I’m still praying) I’m beyond grateful.
I got a call from Jennifer the other day to tell me her second born is a boy. As I drove around town thinking about her, my thoughts drifted to my other dear friends who I love to death. Then I thought about my life experiences and how much I’ve grown and how grateful I am for each and every one of them. Have you ever loved so much you could cry just thinking about it? That’s pretty much where I’ve found myself at lately, so often in fact I’m wondering what’s going on with me. I’m loving life – loving God, friends, family, job, my situation, and the future of possibilities.