Sometimes I forget to count my blessings. I am not proud of this. It is easy to do when the light of life grows dim, when days are hard, nights lonely, questions go unanswered, and bones ache…
But I am never far from God’s grace – because not a day goes by that I am not blessed, that I am not reminded of His presence be it in the kind words of someone just doing what they do or the wiggly talkative joy I am met with from Ember after a long day. In the smiles that didn’t have to be shared but were or the sunrises that awaken me to the sheer unexpected awe that is all of life.
That we all experience this existence of ours so uniquely – and yet share so much; that this world can seem so broken and yet be so beautiful and whole – is a wonder.
As I contemplate this, my 50th Thanksgiving, my heart is full. I am grateful for all who have blessed my life in their own special way. Thank you for opening your hearts and in doing so – opened my eyes. My unexpected life is rich because of you.