In searching through some old blog posts recently, I stumbled upon one from April 2020 about being thankful for the blessings in our lives. The day before I’d written what I thought at the time was a doom-and-gloom post, but reading it now, it wasn’t too bad. I do seem to remember being in an exasperated mood when I wrote it, so that probably explains, in part, the sense of contrition I experienced after writing it.
Regardless, it yielded “Counting Blessings,” a post giving thanks for God’s many blessings in my life. It’s rather serendipitous that I stumbled upon this post again the other day, because the theme of counting one’s blessings is one I’ve been contemplating quite a bit lately.
Life is going well enough for yours portly (I’d better not say that too loudly!). Work is clipping along and I’m hustling big time with lessons. I have a great (and godly) girlfriend, dog, and house, and a supportive family. Things could be worse.
With that here is 29 April 2022’s “Counting Blessings“: