On Being Thankful

I've been struggling with challenges recently.  One is work-related and, while frustating at times, is mostly just the way life is.  Another is something I have no control over.  I feel so impotent and depressed.  I was complaining to God about it the other day on my way to work asking for peace, for clarity, wisdom. 

The "Hi, I'm still here" email I got from my mother-in-law that morning quoted Isaiah 26:3 "You will keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on You."  My eyes teared and I said, "Thank you Lord; I needed that."  I started to feel better.

Later, I got an email from a friend with a link to a Utube video of an opera company singing the Hallelujah Chorus in a mall. I sat at my desk at work and watched it on my phone. It was amazing. I was overwhelmed; it was beautiful, incredible.  I responded with such uncontrolled emotion that I couldn't watch it all.
When I got home, the mail contained a card from a friend that said, in essence, that I'm here, in this place, doing this thing because I'm supposed to be here to fulfill a special purpose that He has for me.

So I cried again.  I laid down on the floor before God and sobbed and thanked Him letting me know He heard me.

I Pet Fabric

Sounds really strange, doesn't it.  But I do.  I have to touch it, feel it's weight and texture; find out if the print goes to the back side.  Is it soft?  Silky?  Stiff?  Does it wrinkle?  How does it compare to that one? 

So there it is...I'm a quilter...I pet fabric.