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Gifts from God

I try to avoid talking about myself unless it is for my own (immense) gain, i.e.: job interviews, applications or first dates.

So to brag about myself on my own blog seems a little redundant. Blogs are after all, the chamber we create that hold all our self-involved thoughts and views.

I'll tell you my gifts from God. In no particular order. Things that God has given me... most of them in surplus. Even more out of pure grace.

My family. My childhood. My geological location. My friends and loved ones. My health (when its being nice). The huge bathtub I get to lounge in. The clean water that comes from the faucet in the big bathtub I get to lounge in. The decently successful government I live in (in the grand scheme of things....). The lovely notes I get from roommates. The fact "home" for me is always sunny. My verrry clean room (at the moment). Chewy. The fact God created flowers to dust the earth with. The fact that God made the weirdest critters to dust the earth with... Good doctors. Music. The resources I have to lead a healthy life. Cozy blankets to keep warm. Good beer. Hummus. Different flavored Hummus. Love. Mercy. Kindness. Forgiveness. Time. When Kea doesn't poop in her diaper. God's Revelation. Beautiful moments like birds flying circle eights in the sky. A good game of Bananagrams. A cheap glass of wine with valuable friends. Cooking. Swimming. Sunshine and summer time. When my frog Buddha-Limon does cartweels. Sleeping in. Lazy weekends. Roommate dates. House dinners. Dancing. Breathing. Worshipping. Painting. Loving. Kissing. Volunteering. EDVP. heart to hearts. bad jokes. baking failures. deep laughter. old friends. driving with the windows down. Captivating movies. Girl protagonists. The middle East. photography. road trips. dying my hair. buying groceries. little animals. oversized animals. James Stewart. Museums. pants that are comfy and look great. oversized tshirts. Grey. high heels. really high heels. blue eyes. little kids. spring time. tall trees. weird looking bugs. the creepy feeling spiders give me. traveling by myself. living in community. serving. being served. happy hours. Did I say good beer? good church sermons. goat cheese. being a bad vegan. Molly moons. fresh veggies. spicy food. really spicy food. celebrations. new years. running. mopping the floor. when I come home and my parents take care of me. old posters from the 30's,40's,50's. Feminism. current events. social justice. awareness. candles. cuddling. braids. overstuffed couches. grey blue. burritos from tacaria.

I guess this is turning into a list of things I like... but aren't they all gifts nonetheless?

Maybe the question implied more relational gifts, like ability to persevere or encourage or inspire.... if that's the case, then I'm tough out of luck. I already spent 30 minutes day dreaming about all the wonderful things God gives in this life, I don't want to ruin it with thinking about my little offerings to the world.