Full House of Blessings

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I went to the funeral of a sweet boy a few days ago. He was the happiest little guy I ever knew, and his father loved him so much. (I know his mother did too, but the father is a good friend of my son’s, and that’s the love I saw.) He was five years old and getting ready for kindergarten, but he never made it. It hurt to see the pain of all those who loved him, but it made me realize that I am so blessed. Thanksgiving is coming early this year.

Why does it take a tragedy to make us realize how rich we really are? I take my blessings for granted almost ever day. I have three beautiful, healthy children. I have two jobs that I love–most of the time. I have two jobs because I finally bought a house in March, and I love it. I have three dogs and a cat that I love–most of the time. I don’t like the election controversy, but I’m glad I can vote and have my say. I don’t like going to the gym, but I’d rather be overweight than starving. Yes, I thank God that I live in a country where eating too much Halloween candy is an issue. None of my family has ever missed a meal. I’m going to church tomorrow, and nobody is going to hunt me down for going there. My car will make it there and back, and it’s full of gas. I love the other drivers that speed past me because that means I’m not getting a speeding ticket. 🙂 Nobody had to approve my Bible before I bought it. I even love these people talking loudly at the library because it means my hearing still works. My life is so busy that it’s zooming by at the speed of light. I’m fifty, but I know that in a few blinks I’ll be a grandma. In a few more, I’ll be with Jesus. Life truly is a vapor.

So I’m going to keep counting my blessings and telling those I love along the way that I love them. I love my family–all of them–even the ones with issues. I love my church, and my friends, and my country. I am so thankful for my freedom, and for all those who put their lives on the line every day to keep me free from harm. I will not let today pass without telling my kids I love them. Isn’t it funny how the same people who don’t have time to thank God are the ones who stay angry at Him when blessings are removed? I never want to be that woman. So, thank you for reading this and for reading my stories and prayers. You have made my life even richer.

 

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