On blessings and birthdays.

All I ever wanted was to be saved. I wanted a pass into something that wasn't going to suck, for once. Heaven didn't seem to suck, didn't seem to want to hurt me, abandon me or forget about me, so I wanted it. And that's it. All I wanted was to not be hurt in the eternal like I had been already. And I came to salvation one day in April 3 years ago, breathing a heavy sigh of relief that I had something to hold on to after the loathsome experiance of Earthly life.
But I got so much more than that.
I'm uncomfortable with blessings, really. I think I feel like I got what I came for, and to ask for more is to be ungrateful, but these are things that Yhwh wants me to have. Things like adoption, trust in Him, to feel safe and cared for and to have unswerving faith that I am not foresaken or forgotten. I never looked for a God who wanted to love me or speak to me or work in my life, but that's what the God who looked for me ended up being like.
Blessings flow from the cross, my friends.
Are you truly living in the blessing you've been given?
Are you receiving all that the God who gives good gifts is desiring to give you?
Resisitance is futile. And just really lame.


Speaking of blessings, I just burst into tears
I officially turned 19 approx. 19 minutes ago, and in that time got 13 text messages, 4 facebook posts and a phone call.
These friends of mine are amazing, and so much of my delight is in them.

Hallelujah.