Undeserved Blessings

It happens almost every Sunday towards the end of church. I tear up. I get so choked up I can't even sing. Then as we're walking out from the pew saying goodbye to the people next to us I have to wonder, can they tell I have tears in my eyes? I get embarrassed about it. The prayers and music towards the end of our service really touch me.

I'm not deserving of anything good. I'm a sinner. I might not be as smart as others, might not be pretty as others, might not have as much as others, and although there are other things going on in my life that I find difficult, hard, and unfair, I am aware of all the gifts the Lord has blessed me. Family, friends, home, health, and faith. The list goes on and on. I don't deserve any of it. I just don't. Therefore, I praise and follow Him out of love and gratefulness. There are no guarantees that any of the blessings will last but even while times are hard I will put my faith in Him and know there is a perfect plan, His plan, and I will trust in Him.