I Can’t Stop Saying Thank You!🌹

 

I have this thing that I do ... I say, “thank you” a lot to the same person for the same thing... I remember when it started. I was a child. I lived in my home on 4th and Jeffrey street in Chester, Pa with my aunt and grandmom with a cyclical presence of my cousins Pat and Donna, and uncles. And there was always a reason to say, “Thank you.” Someone was always doing something for me, buying me something, taking me somewhere, even cooking me something... all the time! Consequently,  I was seemingly always saying, “Thank you.” And I would repeat it because 1(one)  “thank you” never seemed enough—it never seemed substantial enough to seal the deal of my gratitude for whatever they did for me, because oddly, I never felt I deserved it. One day, my cousin: aka my (sister) Pat said, “I heard you..stop repeating it.” So, I did... instead of saying it maybe 5 times, I scaled back to 2 or 3 xs☺️ and that still remains today.

So, while this post may seem random— it’s not. The point is, I have not ever had a sense of entitlement. (I tried to comp that disposition as a professional, but it’s not who I am). I generally don’t demand anything from anyone... no one owes me a thing — not even my children (especially my children), but here’s the message in this post... So many people of late have been sharing their hearts with me in their personal challenges and transparency, but as a result they have been sharing their heart FOR me— their sentiments, thoughts appreciation and respect. None of which I knew or expected existed and my heart is overwhelmed. 

So in spite of myself, and no matter how undeserving I continue to feel (even when I know I put in the hard work), God’s love, provision, protection, and grace continues to chase me down. The manifestation both tangible and intangible... visible and invisible; even in the middle of an isolating pandemic, He keeps doing stuff for me and I literally can’t thank Him enough nor you! (and you know specifically who YOU are). 

There aren’t enough words to form enough sentiments of “Thank you.” And things are far from perfect for me... also because there is no such thing as perfect despite what some would like to have you believe. BUT God’s grace is sufficiently amazing in my imperfect life. And for this, I am profoundly grateful. 

Thank you, thank you, thank you! 🙏🏾♥️🕊

Love always,

Christie

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