Yeah.
When I stop to think of certain events in my life, I realize that I unwittingly enjoy God's unmerited favor (sometimes to a ridiculous level) — for example, I hate the cold and two years ago when I was working in SD everyone was talking about how freakishly warm the weather was {the time they got a big snowfall was during a two-week vacation I took at the end of Jan; just before I lost my job} then I moved to my grandparents (they had invited me to spend the summer w/ them, I likely wouldn't have if I had gotten a job) and then my grandpa broke his leg… and found out it was because of cancer coming back. So, I helped them out for several months and then my aunt came down with three of her kids and my brother-in-law and sister visited just before Thanksgiving and asked/convinced me to spend some time with them — they live in San Antonio, so I ended up avoiding an Idaho winter.
It's really quite awe-inspiring when you consider the mere possibility that God doesn't look out
for you in [just] the abstract, metaphoric sense, but in the real, personal sense. Even more astounding when you figure He could be concerned with even your comfort[?!].
You’re kewel.
If I make it to San Antonio we’ll have to meet at Tue Midnight Rodeo or someplace like Sam’s on The River Walk