God is showing me lately how he fulfills even the smallest desires of my heart.
Just yesterday, our Pastor gave us two doughnut throw pillows. It’s a simple gift but it’s something I’ve planning to buy a few months ago. I didn’t get to buy the pillows because they’re not in the priority list of our budget. I don’t have to plan on buying them anymore because somebody freely gave them to us.
Last week, my sister also gave us a small couch. We’ve been also saving up for a couch. Before the couch came, my husband and I are doing a Japanese thing in our living area- just sitting on a carpet with a few seat pillows. I was okay with this kind of set-up but my husband prefers to have a couch. We started saving up for it but lo and behold! My generous sister gave us a brand new couch.
Actually, most of the furniture in our place are gifts. Our dining table is a gift. Our bed is a gift. The computer table is a gift. Even our curtains, pillow cases, bedsheets, drawer, iron, iron board and body mirror are gifts. I feel so blessed knowing that I’m living in a houseful of gifts.
Then this morning during breakfast, I’m just amazed with the view outside my window. The sun rise bathes the skies with golden hues. I live in a bustling area but the view and the quietness of our place has a Tagaytay-vibe to it. We live on the third floor with a view of trees and lush greenery. At night, it’s so cool we don’t need a fan to sleep comfortably. The view, the quietness and the coolness, they’re gifts too. Not all places can boast of these things. Inside and out, I truly live in a houseful of gifts.