God gives good gifts

Ecclesiastes 3:10 "...which God hath given to the sons of men..."

...which God...   God is my Heavenly Father.  He is holy and perfect and I cannot comprehend those traits, but I can understand Him as a Father.  When I accepted Christ as my personal Savior, I became adopted into the family of God!  I am a D.O.G. -- Daughter Of God!

...hath given...   My daddy has given me lots and lots of things in my life!  He has given me compliments and kisses and gifts and treats and wonderful gifts.  He and my momma have given me a clear picture of how a godly husband and wife should love each other.  He has also give me chores and certain vegetables (yuck!) and  a few whoopings.  Obviously, my daddy had to sometimes give me things that I did not like, but that were good for me.  Whenever he gave me anything, though, it was intentionally chosen or selected with my welfare in mind.  I may not have always liked what my daddy presented to me, but it was for my own good.

...to the sons of men...   This phrase is not just referring to the male gender.  It actually means mankind or the human race.  Hmmmmm, I think that includes pretty much everyone I can think of!

So, let's pull this all together:  God, who is my Heavenly Father, intentionally presents things He has designed and chosen for me.  I may not like the situations He sends to me, but they are for my good and His glory.  And He gives them to everyone who is anyone.  He is not picking on me, but working to accomplish His plan through me with careful design.

I feel a little better about these scary trials when I remember that they are not random or pointless!

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    I am the wife of Pastor Mark, the mom of Anthony (and his Destiny) and Ashleigh, and I am a Daughter of God. We minister in a small church in the Denver, Colorado area. I enjoy so many things that I just say "I enjoy LIFE!" I have been writing since I began my very first diary in third grade. I love words...whether they are written, spoken, sung, or smeared on a foggy window. Never at a loss for words, it seems I always have SOMEthing to say! There have been plenty of opportunities for me to eat a few of my words as well. "A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver." Before my husband became a pastor, we moved and traveled a lot because of the different jobs he had. Some of our stories are real doozies! This blog will be a great place to share....from my heart!

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