It is my last day of 25 and I wanted to spend it well.  I need to be better at spending all of my time well. 

I woke up and lazed in bed for an hour, I was up early and I decided to drive to the coffee shop with the largest windows.  And God was so good to me, I read Isaiah 60 and I couldn't stop reading it.  Those first five verses, over and over.

I have this thing for light.  And lately I am so aware of my dark. 

I started to think about my history, about The Story I was born into and all I could see was His light, weaving in and out, turning me into something worthwhile.

It was an eat outside, grill a portabella, hold a baby day.  A ride to the river and have a great talk with my dad day.  And now the dog is curled at my feet and Dean Martin is playing.

God is ridiculously good to me.  I don't deserve any of it.  And sometimes I forget to be grateful.  But when it hits me, rushes at my eyes and takes over my heart, I can not help but to adore Him.  Adore, adore, adore.