things I love...

February makes me think of hearts and love and Valentine's Day and red and pink. So in honor of a month of love I thought I would blog about things I love. Now the overachiever in me would like to do a daily blog about the things I love for the whole month, but lazy part of me remembers that it is already February 3rd which means I am late. Story of my life.

Here goes the beginning of my love list...

1. God's Plan
I don't know where God's plan is taking me. I am just along for the ride. I am praying daily for this journey. Part of the prayers is just to remind myself that I am the passenger not the driver. I tend to be a back seat driver and try to dictate or persuade God to go along with my plan for my life. I need a reminder that God's plan is vastly superior to my plan. Plus, nothing great has ever come from me trying to take control. I am excited about this journey :)

2. this ring, my paternal Grandmother's engagement ring

I think this ring is gorgeous. It is over 60 years old. I ought to ask my mom when my grandparents got married so I would know exactly how old it is. This is the ring my paternal grandfather, whom I never met because he passed away a year before I was born, proposed to my Grandmother Courtney. Her name was Catherine which is where my middle name Katherine comes from. I wish I had more time with her. She passed away when I was 10, I think. She lived in Mobile so I didn't get to see her very much. When she passed away we were left with all of things since my dad was an only child. She had some of the coolest things! She had a full silver tea set which Mom has promised to give me. If I had a place to store/display the silver right now it would be in my apartment. She had bone china from England. She has special treasures from all over the world. My grandfather was in the Merchant Marines. I have her pearl necklace. I have a beautiful crocheted afghan that she made for me. More than all of those things, I treasure her ring. The ring reminds me of her, but more than that it reminds me of my dad. My mom once put the ring on her finger. My dad replied that that ring wasn't hers. That ring was for me. Me. Not mom. Not Becca. Me. So when I look at her ring/my ring I feel my dad's love for me. There is not a day that goes by that I don't miss him, but when I see the ring I don't feel sadness. I feel love. Just love.

3. I love growing closer to God through prayer.
I am not really sure why I stopped having daily prayers with God. I am not really sure how it happened. But it did. I became the person that prayed only when I really needed/wanted something. I prayed when someone else was sick and in need of prayer. It is funny how I would often think to pray for others, but so rarely would pray for myself. But that has changed. I pray at least daily with God. Every once in a while I write my prayer down. It helps to focus my thoughts and keep me on task. The best part of writing down a prayer to God is being able to look back on that prayer days or weeks later to see how things have changed. God is wonderful!