Five weeks ago we had a major event in the family, and at the same time I got sick with a whopper of a cold. It lengthened and elongated, and now, for two weeks I have been stuck in bed.
For some (hint: my teenage son) this would be a dream come true: lie in bed and read books. I got over the novelty of it in the first day. I can't do house work; I can't do work work; I can't even knit.
So many people say, "If you don't have your health, you don't have anything." I can say with authority, that that isn't true. In health or in sickness, I am still in God's hand. At times, when I feel worried or frustrated, I have been reminded of all of God's blessings in my life: a house, a wonderful husband, a family, and a content soul. Like Corrie Ten Boom, who wrote the Hiding Place, I'm even trying to be thankful for the things I don't understand. For Corrie it was lice. For me, it's a dog.
What are your biggest blessings?