Forever Beloved

Today I am thankful for being a country girl.  For dirt roads and corn fields.  For chicken raising and garden growing.  For the ability to change my own oil, bake up a cake from scratch and put shingles on the roof.  For learning to drive a 1946 John Deere H when I was 11.  For truck pulls and diesel fumes.  For cowboy boots, t-shirts and jeans.  For loving to get muddy and spinning out every chance I get.  For not being afraid to tackle any task while my husband is at work…whether it’s putting new plumbing in the toilet or replacing the thermocoupler on my furnace.  For my Mama showing me how to grow and can my own food.  For my Dad teaching me dirt washes off, how to replace a universal joint, how to mix bondo {which I love the smell of…is that weird?} and how to weld and braze.  For being country even when it wasn’t cool.  There is no place else I’d rather be than in my little Small Town, USA.

 

Today, I am so extremely thankful for prayers.  And I covet all of yours.  As you are reading this, I’m getting ready to walk into a new doctors office and starting a new path on this journey.  Please be praying for the test I’ll be having, the situation, for the doctors wisdom and knowledge, for understanding and for Gods hand to be shown throughout it all.  Pray for the timing, and if surgery is needed that the correct time will present itself.  And pray for me to accept the outcome, no matter what.

Thank you so much for your prayers.  Prayer is a powerful thing and God hears each and every one of them.  Y’all are the best prayer warriors!!

Today I am thankful for my birth mother, who made the most selfless decision 42 years ago.  If y’all have read my blog for any amount of time, you know exactly how thankful I am for that.  Without that decision, I wouldn’t have had the life I did.  And I’m so SO thankful that God brought our lives back together after so many years.

My adoption was such an amazingly beautiful thing and I love telling the story.  I am truly so blessed to have never once felt an ounce of resentment or anger, to have somehow understood from an early age that it was just right.  To have never questioned it, to never have felt different but instead felt fortunate that I had two sets of parents when most kids only had one.  And most of all to have an adoptive Mother and Father that absolutely supported me in finding my birth parents and understanding why I needed that.  My Mama told me that she never felt threatened by it because she knew she had raised me with enough love in my heart for all of them.

I’ve also have to be thankful for my birth father, even though he walked out of our lives two years ago {you can read that story here}.  I know God has a purpose and a reason for everything that happens.  And he obviously had a part in my life, or I wouldn’t be here and I’m thankful for his part in my adoption as well.

It’s a perfect example to me of how God has His hands in our lives, even when we don’t realize it. And oh how thankful I am for that!!!