Now and then, in the midst of life, I stop simply to thank my God. My normal life is an extraordinary life and I am SO very thankful. Never in my wildest dreams could I have created my life.
Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing special about me on my own. I’m far from perfect. I’m an introvert with a bad case of OCD. I prefer to be behind the scenes as public speaking makes me feel like passing out. I’m not particularly creative or beautiful or talented. I’m not an inventor of life changing ideas. On my own, I’m ordinary.
But with God in me, I am extraordinary. I am blessed. I am successful, maybe not by the world’s standards, but by the standards that count. I’ve seen miracles. I’ve experienced the power of the Holy Spirit in ways that can’t be explained by earthly methods.
So I stop. I take a deep breath and look around at the many blessings in my life. And I thank God. Over and over again.