Into the Fire

There is no good reason for my life being blessed – other than the God who created me somehow decided I would be born in the USA, given the best parents a child could ever hope to have and a wonderful protective older brother, go astray as a young 20 year old, spend over 30 years working with race horses which was a dream fulfilled, meeting the Lord Jesus Christ at the age of 30, and because of Him somehow managed to climb out of self-induced difficulties, to triumph in spite of foolish and hurtful mistakes. I am blessed by the Creator of the universe. Not because of who I am but because of His forgiveness and tremendous grace. No other reason.

I have a loving family, miss my parents and brother who've gone on to be with the Lord. Came through heart surgery with every prayer answered. I love deep, receive much, and try to be generous. I'm flawed and imperfect, undeserving of these spectacular blessings, but I'm filled and overwhelmed with gratitude to the King of Kings.

Sometimes you just have to remember, to speak out, to acknowledge to God: "Apart from Him, I can do nothing." I love you, Jesus. Thank you is never enough. And I remain desperate for you.