I am a blessed woman. I am blessed from the moment I wake to the moment it is time to sleep. Every day, I struggle with mental illness, and every day, I wake with the blessing of a new day to count the good things in
I am thankful for my Jesus Christ. I am thankful for my family. I am thankful for my dog, Dexter. I am thankful I was born in the United States. This country is amazing. It is full of amazing people that do little big things every day. I am thankful for the people that cook a meal for the homeless. And for the pizza delivery man that calls the cops on a man that he sees abusing his daughters. For the martial arts students that run after a man that tries to carjack a car. For the farmer that wakes early to save his crops and the fireman that lifts heavy weights, and takes care for his family, and leaves them to go and do his dangerous job.
I am counting my little blessings. My beautiful blessings are my niece Mia and my nephew Deenie, and my Juliet, and Amalia that are my goddaughters and the loves of my heart. I wake and remember I have food in my cupboard and water well. I thank God for the lullaby he gave me, and I added in one of my books. A lullaby for my child that is waiting for me in heaven. I have so many blessings, I can’t count. I was blessed and am blessed, and I am waiting for a big blessing that will come soon.
So today, I say count your blessings. Much love.
