Sorry, I’m going to need more time to think this through. It’s awkward.
If I go with a gut instinct right now, it feels like the reason this topic got started in the first place was because I feel so blessed.
I mean, more than any one person deserves.
“And you feel guilty about this?”, someone reading this is asking.
But the blessings listed here and the others not listed, are the blessings we all have.
I guess, as I write this it becomes clearer, there’s something about the way I structure each day that allows me to be nearly fully present every moment of every day.
It’s almost like an addiction. I think about it all the time.
Being able to walk, think, read, smile, drive, teach, eat, breath, love, cry, laugh, get dressed, spend money, go to Church, have friends, Family, a job, sunrise, sunset, sight, hearing, desire.
Where does it stop? It doesn’t. Our blessings are infinite.
I can’t be the only one on the planet that thinks like this, can I?
This week, my son and I have taken several sunset walks. We end up in our back yard. A really big back yard. The sun has set, and now it’s twilight.
“Son, look around. Do you see how much space is here in this yard, from one side to the other?”
He says, “Yes.”
“I’m not saying that other sized yards are better or worse. I’m just saying that Mommy and Daddy worked really, really hard to make this yard possible.”
For something like seven years, Cheryl and I spent, what seemed like a majority of our weekends looking for a big yard near Walt Disney World.
The first 15 years in Central Florida, I worked every weekend, and had either a Saturday or a Sunday off, but never both.
And on that lone weekend day off, we combed the area north of Disney, south of Disney, east of Disney, west of Disney.