As I set here this morning, listening to the girls lap their oatmeal, and the birds heralding the new day, I more than realize how blessed I am.
Yes, my life is not perfect.
Yes, I worry each and every moment about the girls and their health.
Yes I struggle each month to just pay the bills.
And yes I live with pain each and every day, that the doctors seem to have no explanation for.
But, through all that, I am blessed
I wake up every morning to my girls precious faces.
I am able to get out of bed, and have a job to go to, so that I may provide for us.
I am able to visit and chat with family and loved ones.
And I have a great group of friends that are more like family that I would not trade for anything.
So, yes, I am blessed.
And if you have even half the blessings I do, you are truly blessed as well.
([A Psalm] of David, Maschil.) Blessed [is he whose] transgression [is] forgiven, [whose] sin [is] covered.