Blessed Sunday

I can think of 100 things that have been a blessing to me this week. Probably more. But the blessings themselves, although wonderful, aren't what I'm feeling the most blessed by today. What I feel most blessed by is that I can see those blessings. And be grateful for them. I can know from whom they come and raise my voice in praise. I can look forward to tomorrow knowing that I will continue to be blessed. Some days I'm reminded of the dark days in my life and it makes me oh so grateful to be out of them. In those dark days I felt surrounded by thick, impenetrable darkness. The kind I remember from my childhood when we visited my grandparents in the hills of West Virginia and when the lights went out, I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. There were no street lights or neighborhood lights. Even the moon was obscured by the hills surrounding the house. It was so very dark. That's how those days felt. I couldn't see anything, not even right in front of my eyes. I was blinded by pain and depression and fear. But today the sun is shining and I can look around and see everything. I no longer have those blinders on. Praise God! So today I am blessed...just by knowing how blessed I truly am.