I am blessed.
After supper, we sit around the table.
My husband reads aloud to us, the Bible in his hand.
Our daughters, healthy and whole, listen, trying to absorb the passage so they can answer questions later.
Our empty plates are in front of us, holding the remnants of our recently eaten meal. The house is warm, the roof is sound, the rug soft under our feet.
I realize that I have done nothing to deserve these blessings. My heart is full as I dwell in the present, thankful for the normalcy of the night, treasuring the scene before it melts into the rush of after-supper cleanup.
Thank you, God, for this moment. Let me not take for granted these everyday blessings that you bestow.
Find others giving thanks at Gratituesday hosted by Laura at Heavenly Homemakers.