Saturday, October 17, 2015

Dear God,

I counted my blessings, named them one by one.  Sometimes just pausing, standing still can give us opportunity to count our blessings...the air I breathe, the food I eat, the home where I live, the family that I love, the hope I revel in, the peace that is mine, and the faith that roots the whole rest of my life.  Life is not really about wanting more but being grateful for what we have.

The seasons cause me to count my blessings.  Each season offers not only unique gifts but times when I attach special things I do.  Late summer and fall offer me the fresh produce I gather to can and preserve for the winter.  Countless jars of berry jams and butters, tomato sauces and salsas, and various others fruits and vegetables stand ready to be eaten on shelves in my basement.  When that first snowflake falls, I open a jar, remember the wondrous gifts of summer, and give thanks.

Any time is a good time to count my blessings especially when I may not be feeling particularly blessed because of situation or circumstance.  Yet, what better time is there to give thanks but when I feel low or blue.  Counting my blessings can buoy me up giving cause to give praise.

Thank you
for the seasons
that challenge me
to count
my blessings.
Thank you
for prized moments
of silence
where blessings abundant
swirl in
my head.
Thank you
for thanksgiving
which pours out
from my heart.

Love, Andrea