You may be familiar with a poem called "Footprints" where a person looks back on their life and realizes how often God carried them through hard times. Well, God has been walking me through some "footprints" moments the last little while. Not so much about hard times, but just how He has put me in just the right place at just the right time to receive a blessing. I could give lots of examples, but two really stand out for me. First is the very existence and presence in my life of my daughter. When I think about how unlikely it was that someone like me could produce a child, and then the number of things that had to go right to allow her mother to stay in the country so this little girl could be part of my life - well, it staggers me.

The other one is my job. I have just about the perfect job to transition at, really. See, its not a job that requires me to be super fem , so I'm getting a chance to go deeper into the water of femininity at a pace I can handle, rather than be dropped in the deep end all at once.

Thinking of these blessings, and so many more, all I can respond with is "Thank you, Jesus."