Good week!

I was able to shake 3 + some pounds this week. I'm very happy about that, I was due for some bigger losses!
This past week we celebrated David's big 1-9! I made him a huge meal and told him all left overs were his to take home, that was my gift to him. He wanted a Black Forest cake, I was glad to let him take it home, it was way too good to keep around. I made some cookies a few days ago, but only baked half the batch and left the other half in the fridge. I later gave it to one of the kids who had earned a treat, nothing better than cookie dough! Yesterday night I made gooey brownies to go with a meal for another family. We kept half the batch, but I was on my liquid fast and couldn't eat any, I wasn't too surprised to find most gone by the time my fast was over, I did get a couple though, so it was perfect. So I guess even though I had made some yummy treats this week, I was able to keep it all under control.
Last Saturday Bill and I went on a date. We got in the van to return home and it wouldn't start. We had to call David and have him get us. I was laying in bed bemoaning the fact that we need to have some sort of transportation, at least to get to church. I was feeling sorry for myself because no matter how hard we have pursued it, art is not selling. We have sold 4 since last September, and 3 of those were small ones. We have no way of getting another vehicle, none!
And then for some reason I went over my body in a mental scan and realized I have no aches or pains anywhere. I am able to power walk 6 miles daily, if I don't it's because of time limitations, not fatigue. I have amazingly strong children who are faithful, they are far from perfect, but I can't find any I would trade them with.
I have a marriage that is wonderful, vibrant and full of energy. I have a husband who thought I was sexy 3 1/2 months and 35 pounds ago.
All of a sudden the van was inconsequential, big whoop! Even when it broke down again in town and Bill and I walked 2 1/4 miles home in the rain, I didn't care. Mits bus goes just about anywhere I need to go, and church may be tricky, but people have walked further than the 4 miles we would have to go in the past.
I no longer pray for what I think I need, but for what I am truly in need of. I think I got too much in the mind frame of thinking prayer is like a candy machine and I put the change in and got out my treat.