Wednesday, July 17, 2013

25 Happies.

Good morning, Friends.

Welcome to 4:30 a.m.  Grab a cup of coffee and hang out awhile.  Yesterday's post about Jill warmed my heart.  It meant so much to me to share with you the fruits of your labor.  YOUR prayers produced direct results.  Just like YOUR prayers produced direct results with me.  Are you seeing a pattern here? I sure am.  And like I've said in the past, if my heartaches can lead one person to Jesus, it is all worth it...ten times over.  I'll go through nec fasc again if that's what Jesus wants.  If that's what He calls me to do.  In life, we need to stop trying to constantly stop bad things from happening to us and just embrace where God leads our lives.  And it freaking sucks sometimes, not gonna lie.  But living in fear isn't really living.


 My life is so much more fulfilling now that I feel like my little blog is somehow in someway affecting someone.  And it all started with necrotizing fasciitis.

Thinking that way can be pretty scary.  And being awake at 4:30 a.m. is scary enough.  So, in the spirit of being HAPPY.  I'm gonna give you 100 things to be happy about, 25 a day for the next four days.   These, of course, are my happy things.  Maybe we share some of them, but you probably have a list of your own.  What are yours? Share some happies.  If you're having a hard time thinking of some, feel free to try out mine.  What's mine is yours and happiness is meant to be shared.  Comment below or email them to me aallbb2231@gmail.com.

By the way, these are in no particular order.  The first 25:

running, skinny jeans, hawaii, music that moves you, jcrew chino shorts, warm blankets, fireplace fires, mimosas, mason jars, prayer, ran ban aviators, being called Aunt Amy, diet coke, Husband, the show Roseanne, football, anything and everything in the Fall, sailing the sea, the sea itself, rain runs, laughing, E.T. the extraterrestrial, my dog Mady, reality TV, Anthropologie. 



See you tomorrow for some more happies, and BIG part 13.


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