I am sitting here before my computer and the words won’t come. I don’t know what to write. It’s not that I don’t have anything to say, but that I have so much to say, so much in my heart that I don’t know where to start.
So here I am just sitting here and typing and wondering and thinking and tearing up and watching the leaves blow around the yard.
Here I am listening to my grandmother cough, wondering if she has taken her medicine and knowing that I will need to check on that in a little bit.
Here I am thinking about Christmas and blogging and making presents and buying presents.
Here I am wondering where Chappy the Squirrel is at this morning since I don’t see him playing in the tree outside my window. (Yes, I named the squirrel.)
Here I am thinking about all the good things that the Lord has blessed me with.
Here I am with a heart full of wonder and thanksgiving.
Here I am thinking about how life itself is a gift, that our chances of being here at all were slim, but yet it is all part of God’s plan.
Here I am thinking about how I am not here by accident, but I am here by design.
And I am sitting here thinking about you, about my readers,
Sitting here and wondering what you are thankful for.
Sitting here and wondering what your needs are
Sitting here and wondering how I might pray for you
Sitting here and thanking God for each of you
Sitting here and wondering what good things that God has in store for each of you
Sitting here and wondering how I can encourage you
Sitting here and wondering about who God will let me bless today.
I’m sitting here and typing and wondering and thanking God that I can just sit here and type and wonder.