Blessings

When I was a child, our family attended a church with (what seemed to me) an amazing number of "old people". I was young and of course anyone over the age of 30 seemed "old". Each Sunday morning, as we entered the building, one gentleman in particular would always greet my sister and me and give us each a piece of candy. It really wasn't much, but it was something we looked forward to every Sunday.

For me, and I imagine my sister as well, each piece of candy was like a piece of good fortune. It wasn't something we earned. It was a gift. It was a small miracle. It was a blessing.

Blessings abound all around us. As we age, those blessings sometimes become less discernable. Sometimes it is because we hurry through our lives without stopping to notice the myriad of good things that occur each day. Other times we are unaware of the blessings in our lives because our ability to identify a blessing has become somewhat distorted.

We have simply forgotten what defines a blessing.

I wonder if I started looking harder if I could see more blessings....