Blessings.

It's pretty easy to look around at my life and count the ways God continually blesses me when all is well. In a week wracked with sickness upon sickness my vision admittedly becomes a bit clouded. "One Thousand Gifts" was delivered the same day my doctor gave me a mega-dose of antibiotics to kick the sinus/strep infection invading my head. I didn't know when I ordered it that I would be practically bedridden and able to power through the pages in two days. As always, God provides. I found I was blessed this week with not only modern medicine that can kick misery out the door but a doctor with enough foresight to prescribe an antidote to the side-effects of that mega-dose (I'll trust all my female friends understand).

I was blessed last night with a mystery package of Hostess Donuts when I unpacked my groceries. I trust the man that was in line in front of us isn't feeling the same blessing. But this morning when the two woke up to daddy and brother gone, those circles of powdery goodness eased sleepy longings to be any where other than home.

We were more than blessed to have my husband be able to see his grandfather before he went to his final home, free to attend his service today without any I wish I had's.

There will be more sickness to heal and more funerals to attend. Life continues, if not here than on the other side. Snow falls unexpectedly mid-February, best friends belly laugh in the tub, the warmth of coffee in a mug given by a friend. The weekend beckons.