WHAT I REALLY NEED

The other day in my women's Bible study we started talking about needs and times of plenty.  Becky said two sentences that I am still chewing on because they are so profound.  What if now is a time of plenty?  It made me realize there is always something to be thankful, because things can always get worse.  She also said, "What do you really need?"  She was talking about what we actually need to survive, but then Jenny chimed in and said all we really need is Jesus.  In other words, all we really need is to be spiritually fed.  Hmmmmm.

I am a very simple person.  I can multitask, but when learning I really need it striped down for me to really get it.  The thought of only needing Jesus really hit me and is helping me reevaluate priorities in my life.  I want Jesus.  I want a relationship with him.  I want to be like Enoch who walked so close to God, one day he just walked right into heaven.  Jesus you are enough.  You are all I need.

THE TICK INCIDENT

So Saturday morning Ben complained of an ouch in his back.  Come to find out something had burrowed pretty deep in there.  I am a city girl, so I didn't know what it was, but had enough sense to know we had to get it out.  We did, but not all of it.  We took him in to the doctor so he could get it out, but he couldn't either so he told us to soak it for a few days.  If it didn't come out then we could come back and they would cut it out.  So we soaked, but in vain and went in on Monday to have it taken out.  I held my little ones hand as they did it all and he was so brave.  It didn't hurt, but looking into his watery eyes and delicateness about him I knew he was scared.  That was hard because looking in those eyes made me want to cry.  I don't think I will forget that for a long time.

Two stitches later he was fine and soon will be all healed.  But, just one of those times where I am so glad for what I have.  We are very lucky that Ben is healthy, not so much because of the tick incident, but more because he was born with a collapsed lung.  Those early days I realized how fragile my little guys were and how anything could turn for the worse or for the good.  We are blessed that all turned for the good.  All in all I have been hugging my boys more lately.

It is good to remember God's blessings and how God brought me through different things.  What have you been reminded of that God brought you through or blessed you with?