"Tell me how good my life is."

Those were the words that I answered the phone with this evening when my husband called.

The truth is - I already know how good I have it. I am blessed far beyond anything I deserve.

But.

Things can get hairy.

Right now, I have two kids with Strep throat. I am working a lot this week. Two part-time jobs can feel all-consuming. Chris has NO days off this week. He will put in at least 85 hours, not counting product inventory and employee schedules. Poor hunny. It feels like a lot. It almost feels like I won't be able to handle it.

But.

Every time I really get into a bind, there is help for me. Whether it is tangible, practical help from my parents, husband, or a friend, or if the problem works itself out - there is always help for me.

There are also times that the dilemma cannot be solved by simple, practical aid - those are the times I have to hunker down and really dig deep to find out what must be done to solve the problem.
Like failure to connect with God. His lines of communication are always accessible to me, so when there's a glitch, I know where to look for the breakdown.

Honest introspection.

I finally dealt with a little 6-years long glitch this week.

Each time I would get into an atmosphere of absolute submersion in His Presence, this glitch would come to my remembrance, causing the seamless and beautiful moment with my Lord to jolt to a halt.

The worst part? The hang-up that kept me from really sinking my teeth into the goodness of God and worshipping with abandon was NOT REALLY A BIG DEAL. I mean, it did take a moment of vulnerability and a confession of sorts, so it wasn't a cakewalk. But ultimately, it is no longer an issue.

So tell me how good my life is.

To be hopelessly unworthy and brought to repentance. To be forgiven. To be acceptable and wholly accepted. All in less than one breath.

Thank You, Jesus!