A weird title for a joyful posting. But I never claimed to be unquirky.
I often ponder and pray and sing in my car. I like to think of it as my cathedral of one. I was thinking of blessings tonight. Bing Crosby suggest you should count your blessing instead of sheep. Now me, I like to be awake while blessing counting. I have a lot of people tell me to have a blessed day. I am quirky and I believe a bit naive. I see the world as good and I like to thank God often for all my blessings. And that got me thinking about all the blessings I take for granted.
Like being able to read. I don't even really think about it much. There are letters and numbers in front of my face all the time. But I know what they mean. And I am assuming you do too. But there is a lady who comes in twice a week to see a reading tutor at my branch. Just by listening to them as they sit quietly talking and reading aloud in the time that they have been coming to the library, the one learning has grown by leaps and bounds. She really seems to enjoy it now.
And health. We have someone who comes in regularly whose husband has cancer. Liver cancer, I think. It has been a hard battle for her and him. She is one I pray for a lot in my car. I tell her that every now and then if she asks me to pray for him. She feels like all the prayers is why he has been able to hold on for so long. I am blessed to be healthy and he is blessed to have so many praying for him.
That is just a few of my infinite blessing. They are riches beyond measure. Yes, Capital One probably won't take them in lieu of payment but I don't think I would even consider offering them up. They are priceless.
On a side note, someone told me today that I was an answer to a prayer. She was trying to find a seminary to attend but doesn't use the computer so well. I was able to find her one that she felt right for her along with phone number, address and directions on how to get to it. Little did I know that I would be a blessing for someone else : )
Good night and god bless : P
1 comment:
You are a blessing to a lot of people--including me.
Saturday Gin & I were at Georgie's BBQ, and a man came in with his little boy, a kid about 10. The kid read the menu to the father because the father could not read.
That was sad/happy.
Love, Dad
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