blessed

I really feel like it is my time to be blessed.

I do not know for sure if I am feeling God tell me that, or if I am just desiring it so badly; it is hard to tell with these things.

Traditionally for me, Spring and Summer are a horrible time. It's hot, it's bright, I do not sleep well, and there is nothing that makes you feel more miserable and lonely than seeing happy couples walking around together.

BUT...

...This is my time. This is my year. This is my season; after years of (bleak and barren) Winter, this is truly my Spring.

I am expecting good things. I am expecting to be blown away by God's goodness and His grace. Not because I deserve it, but because that is the sort of God that I know and love and serve.

Come what may, it is my time to be blessed. I wait expectantly.

Thank You, Lord.

I am not going through this year alone. I was not made to walk alone through this life, so I am not going to. God has somebody for me. I beleive that. I receive that. It's coming.

Good things, blessings, God's goodness. Waiting for my blessings.