Abba

I was just texting my younger son and the subject of being grateful no matter what came up. It dawned on me that although I thank Abba (Father God) each day for just being able to wake up to face another day is truly a gift after some of the things I have been through. I have been doing more complaining than speaking thankfulness for sure for a while now. My family is telling me so pretty much every day, "stop complaining". I absolutely got a good taste of the complaint train with a high school friend of mine I reconnected with. It was literally nonstop pages of text complaints all hours of the day and night. One time it was 3 am and she couldn't sleep so she began texting me assuming my phone was on silent...it should have been I thought.

    It has been a year and a half since my husband, Charlie, went home with Jesus and I still miss him daily. I ask my Father in heaven, Abba, to get me through each day and He does, even though I don't feel Him, but I know He is there catching each tear and grieving with me. At the same time, Charlie is spending time with Jesus, Abba, Moses and all the saints he has the privilege to be with each day. These thoughts of the beauty, the loving people he's with for all eternity makes me smile, as well as the fact that I'll be with him again for all eternity some day.