Malachi

"And prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of Hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it." 
-Malachi 3:10

My blessings are so immense and never ending, but here's a few.


First let's do the Sunday School answers, shall we?  My family, my husband, my children, my parents, my brothers, my sisters, my sisters in law (so fun!), my brothers in law, my mothers in law.. all of my in laws, oh and cousins, and aunts and uncles.  My Church, my God, and my religion of course. My friends are so important to me and they hold such special places in the heart.  Friends are put in our lives in times and places when we need them most and have been incredible blessings to me.  And of course my health, and health of those that I love.


My blessings also include bacon, oh, how I love good food, holidays filled with memories, television monkeys that entertain my children, clothes, and purses (ooo).  An adorable brown car, a sewing machine, a family room rug, good shopping, Conan, and turkey on Thanksgiving.  I have been blessed in my church callings, the opportunity to be primary president for a few brief years, and all the friends that graced my life during those years.  Oh we're not done, cereal, and a support system, motherhood, diapers and infant formula.  Sunshine, and rain, and trees, and flowers, and lilies, and Seinfeld.  I love the way the birds sing, the smell of freshly cut grass, watermelon, boats, swimming and all things summer.  Sushi, Castle, Hugh Jackman, cycling class, and a treadmill with a TV in front of it (thank goodness!).  Music that makes me smile, the kindness of strangers, fresh basil, and the color blue.  I had such a wonderful (cheap) education, full of extraordinary teachers, mentors, students and friends.  I love my house, the flowers in the front, the garage, the green grass in the backyard, the green patio furniture, and the red shed, and the bedrooms with sleeping babies in them.  Oh, and yoga pants!


I think I may be starting to understand what it means to not have "room enough to receive it".  My heart is too full.  I can't even think about these things; it's too overwhelming.  My heart skips a beat, and that awful lump in the throat climbs, threatening tears.  Sometimes, it's a good reminder to write them down.