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Why I Count It All Joy Wednesday



I'm joining Angel today as she encourages us to share the joy in our hearts.


I enjoyed a rich devotion time this morning in Ephesians 4. Jesus ascended on high and led captives in His train and gave gifts to men, Eph 4:8. It fills me with joy to be called and I'm humbled to be used for God's kingdom.


I praise God for His safety this week. When I pulled up to my home after work last Monday, a bull was grazing in my yard. My husband was already home cooking dinner and I called him on my cell to walk me in, but as soon as I opened my car door, the bull walked away. Honest, there really was a bull by our shed starring at me!!!



It was a joyful celebration last Sunday when I was reunited with my family on Father's Day. Carrie drove me to Yuma, AZ, where we met my husband and my older daughter for lunch at a favorite Mexican restaurant. I am thankful to have been in San Diego and offer my help. It feels great to be home with my hubby and even good to return to work!


I'm joyful because I went through a hard year of testing. God always has wonderful surprises in all the pain. My blogging friends are wonderful. You will never know the encouragement you bring in your uplifting comments and emails and prayers. So much good has come out of your prayers for my family. My daughter, Carrie, has developed a new blog talking about her journey and looking forward to encouraging others as she has been encouraged. I would love it if you would visit her at Pain to Purpose.

Let's count it all joy this Wednesday!

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  1. Keep counting your joys sweetie, love you.

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  2. Oh how joyful it is to be back in the arms of your honey!!!

    A.bull.in.your.front.yard!! OH MY GOODNESS!!

    CRAZY!!!!

    Going to read and follow Carrie's blog right now Mary :)

    I know God has soooo much ahead for all of you!

    Love you my friend

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  3. I'm on my way to Carrie's place ... but just wanted to say, "Welcome home!"
    Love the picture :)
    Myra

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  4. Yay!!! I am so glad you joined me with all your JOY!!! I cannot believe there was a bull in your yard!! I will go follow Carrie's blog too!!

    Love and Blessings

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  5. Your post is such a wonderfully written "Counting it all JOY" post! Thank you so much for sharing all of it. I'm going to Carrie's now!

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  6. y goodness, I can't imagine having a bull in my yard. I tried to go to your daughter's blog by the link you left for me, but it didn't take me there. I'll go there from here. I know you are proud of her.
    Blessings,
    Charlotte

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  7. I guess you know that should have been My goodness, not y goodness. lol

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  8. Thank you for the joyful post. And for the link to your daughter's blog. Bless you!

    I can't imagine having a bull in my front yard! I'm thankful it walked off, and you didn't have to deal with it!

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  9. I'm still kind of stuck on the whole bull being in your yard!! Oy!

    What beautiful blessings that you counted my friend.
    Going to check out your daughter's blog.
    HUGS
    Kim

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  10. What a precious testimony, Mary; especially knowing of all the joy-robbers that would have you feel otherwise.

    Blessings!
    Kathleen

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  11. I am now officially a follower of Carrie's blog and you will see just how God blesses her during this storm. Yet she walks through it not alone.

    Love and Hugs ~ Kat

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  12. I'm gonna check out Carrie's blog and the picture is really nice

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  13. Mary, I'm sorry I missed these last two posts. Thank you for mentioning Carrie's blog as I will hop over to say hi and to follow along with her journey. I think it's so important for us as Christian women to encourage one another.

    Love you,
    Debbie

    Oh and btw, I was amazed that a bull was in front of your house; how scary is that?

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  14. Carrie looks absolutely beautiful in this picture. She radiates!!

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