It may seem a little odd for me to wax poetic given my usual steady fare of Bible studies and such, but I have found myself of late just thinking about my God and how sweet He is to me.
My God has delivered me from the battle and set me in a quiet meadow with sweet-smelling flowers (actually it is a 1/2 vegetable/ 1/2 flower garden in Southern California, but stay with me here).
He has led me beside clear waters that allow me to reflect on who I was, who I have become through my recent trials and who He would have me be and how He would shape me into that person (This, of course, means more trials).
He has given me to a godly husband and a child that desires to do well with the LORD.
He has set me in the company of quality women of faith to encourage and sharpen me.
He has given me the desires of my heart as best I have been able to figure them.
He has never left me or forsook me (not that I didn’t give Him plenty of reason), and His mercies are new every morning. I get to wake up a daughter of the King and go to sleep in the shadow of the wings of the Most High God.
This is living!
Rooted and Grounded 