...I really don't know...

I really don't know how blessed I am. I think every so often I think I have it figured out. Not life, or God, or love, or anything super theological or ground breaking, just the fact that I am blessed. Once or twice a week I wake up in the morning and realized that I am blessed to have the breath that exits and enters my body. About once a month I realize that I am blessed to live in a nation that gives me freedom to praise and worship the God that created this universe. Every so often I realize that I am blessed with talents that exceed my earning and even more blessed to be able to use those talents to further God's kingdom. Of course these past couple years, I have constantly been reminding myself of how blessed I am to have Sara in my life, to love me, and care for me, and remind me that God is love, and that through Him all love exists. I want to spend more time realizing that I am blessed, and less time asking for blessings. So here we go, I am blessed to be alive, to wake up every morning, to have a purpose, and not only have a purpose but have the courage, strength and endurance to live out the purpose. I am blessed to have a beautiful woman in my life who I love to death. I am blessed to have a family that loves me dearly and would do anything for me to succeed! I am blessed to know that I will have In-laws who I LOVE! I am blessed to be able to go to a job every morning in which I can openly teach the bible, study the bible, enter into prayer, encourage kids in the Lord, and do so with Sara only a few doors down the hallway doing the EXACT same thing! I am blessed, I am blessed, I am blessed.