Having a "story" is a popular thing these days. In truth, we all have a story and that story definitely helps shape who we are and how we view life. Being a very private person (I didn't say quiet, I said private), I am not good at telling my story. I walked into The Whimsical Nest on Saturday and the first line of this plaque caught my eye. The word pink always catches my eye but it was what else it said that made me wonder if there was someone in the shop watching me. It tells my story, just like that, my story is out there for the world to see. What do you have close to you that tells your story?

It has been a crazy few weeks and so many thoughts have run through my mind. I recognize that when things are going well, I tend to believe that I can actually do life on my own and in my own strength. Don't get me wrong, I still send up severals "thanks" to God each day, I still see really, really apparent blessings that are in my path, and I, on occasion, will send a quick prayer asking for help for someone or something. If you ask me, I will quickly tell you that I recognize that only by His grace and mercy am I able to do what I do....and I believe it when I stop to think about it. Still, I continue on my merry way, pretty content with the way things are.

He reminds me how very wrong I am, how incapable I am on my own, and yet, grace and mercy still abound. Thank you God for gentle reminders, for not allowing me to fall flat on my face in my arrogance and pride. Please, please forgive me for that arrogance that just flows from me at times. Thank you that your love is unconditional and never failing.