God's goodness

I can't understand why God is so good to me; sometimes, I feel like I'm the luckiest person in the world. I don't care that it is cliche; that's the way I feel. Some days, I'm just so perfect in my gifts and there isn't even a tint of insecurity with the things that I am not good at. I don't think I give God enough credit for all He has done for me; I don't care that it is cliche, that's the way I feel.
No matter how much we thank God, it cannot be enough...I don't think that's true because when we realize how much God is doing in our lives and we praise Him for it, we are constantly sitting by His throne. And even when we think we don't thank Him enough, God quiets our troubled hearts and says, "This is My son with whom I'm well pleased."

I wish I could've lived in the days of the prophet Elijah, dined with King David, talked with the apostles John and Paul, and walked with Jesus...What glorious thought. Bless the day the thought was birthed. How glorious it would be if we spent all of our days thinking about Jesus; what secrets He would reveal to us.