I took a walk

It was warm.  The morning air smelled new.  It probably doesn't smell any different than the evening air, but in the evening there are more things behind you than ahead for that day and in the morning it's the opposite.  So the morning smells new and the evening doesn't.

I walked and talked to God.  First I asked him to help me feel better -- about myself and things.  Then I remembered once again that I can control my thinking and so I don't have to think negative and then ask God to make me feel better.

So I began thanking God for things.  For this beautiful morning.  For the incredible wife I get to grow old with.  For godly daughters and their godly husbands.  (Boy, all that could've turned out different, eh?)  I thanked him for being able to take a walk even though my foot hurt from twisting it somehow walking to the car after the race last night.  I thanked him for a lot of things for about 10 minutes.  And I really meant it. 

I thought that was good, but even better would be to thank him for him -- for being him.  I've thanked people 'for being you' but not often enough do I thank God for being himself.  All these trees and that rich blue sky, he made.  The ability to smell this air and appreicate the sky and trees, he gave.  My radically different life -- I used to be a drunk; I didn't know how to love Brenda or the girls; I was spiritually lost -- he changed all that. 

I whispered out loud some things I had read about how there's such a thing as partial truth and that God wants me to know the full truth, which is the secret of me being able to be who he wants me to be.  Exactly how that could actually happen was a mystery to everyone for a long time.  No longer -- God has made known "the glorious riches of this mystery."  Glorious riches?  Better than 'real' money?  Better than anything you can have?  What is it?

Christ in you, the hope of glory - Colossians 1:27

That's very much not about me, but all about him.  Yet, I'm involved -- I'm the one he's in!  But he's not in me for me so much as for his own glory. 

I wasn't thinking about myself anymore.  And my foot didn't hurt.  I hadn't sung any praise and worship songs.  But I could have.