I'm old. Not super old, mind you. But old-er than most bloggers I see out there. I keep looking for the blogs of women with children my age and you know what— they don't exist. And I know why. If they're anything like me they're split a hundred ways to Sunday going to drop off, pick up, drop off, do a load of laundry, spend hours shopping for Scout camp, getting sewer permits, poolhouse engineering, leaving on vacation 3 weeks in a row and Stuff like that. There are no bloggers like me cause they haven't got the time. And at the end of the day, they don't know what to say because, like me, they haven't taken the time to count the many ways that Heavenly Father has been manifest in their life.
The other Day I stumbled across this book:
It is written by a woman who truly desires to be grateful in her life and it reminds me how incredibly beautiful I've got it. So whether anyone reads it or not. Or cares. Or Not. I will use this blog to thank Him. Each and Every Day. Or maybe once a week. :)
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