God, I don't know why You bless me.

That's what I told Him this morning. Why would He bless me? Me. Why would He place so much in these hands? These hands that so often let go of His own. The same ones that repeatedly falter to give back what is already His own. Why would He risk so much? I wouldn't.

But He does. It's love, pure and simple. I wonder why - how.

And He reminds me of how I love my son. How I love to give good gifts to him. How the smile on his face rings true in my own heart. I think of how he can holler his little heart out half the night and, still, in the morning I will pry my tired eyes open and drag myself out of bed just to give him his bottle of milk, and my heart glows at the look of contentment on his small face. My love for him is not conditional.

And then gently He asks why it is that I think He would feel any less for His child - me.

Love.

He loves to give good gifts to his children. And now I see it all around me. Big and small. His blessings are everywhere I turn. And time and time again I find myself, almost unconsciously, breathing thank-you. I have been overwhelmed by His love, almost to the point of tears, more times than I can count in these last couple months. Sometimes it's the small things that mean the very most. . . He cares about the itty-bitty details in our lives! I'm only just beginning to see.