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Learning from Him

One post a month isn't so bad... right? Or even every two months?

But I really am grateful. And I'm recognizing my blessings. Boston is AWESOME.

I'm finding that a lot of the things I hadn't enjoyed about living here I don't even notice anymore; they don't even bother me. Which has me thinking that maybe - just maybe - Boston hasn't actually changed... I have.

Truth: I am beyond proud of my incredibly smart husband. He is truly at the right place to advance his career. I have no idea where he goes from here, but I can't wait to see how God uses his brains.

Truth: I love my job. Yes, it's not full time. Yes, it's not the grade level I feel suited to. Yes, I'm not sure I want to stay in this school district. BUT. I do love what I do. Even though I have no idea where I end up, or how long I'm going to be in this job, I know that I am where I was supposed to be. Thank God that he can use me even when I don't want to be used and I'm unaware I'm being used.

Truth: I do love living in Boston. So much to love! Singing "Sweet Caroline" at Red Sox games. People watching on the T. Finally being back on the water (um, hello sea food!). Walking pretty much anywhere. History just about anywhere I look. I. Love. Boston.

Thankfulness and gratitude have saved me. It's true. By looking around and seeing all the awesome, and recognizing God in it, and keeping track of it... it forced me to get back to myself.

And I found the reason...

Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus. Do not quench the Spirit. Do not treat prophecies with contempt but test them all; hold onto what is good, reject every kind of evil. May God himself, the God of peace, sanctify you through and through. May your whole spirit, soul, and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. The one who calls you is faithful, and he will do it. ~ 1 Thessalonians 5: 16-24

It's a cycle- rejoice, pray, give thanks, and repeat. That is what God wants for me, and in his grace, he taught me how. And with that, let God talk to you; listen to everything he says. Then, he will sanctify you. And my favorite is the last verse; HE WILL DO IT! Praise God for his faithfulness!

P.S.- my list is now to long to post, so here's a link; 1000 Gifts. Finding joy is fun!


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