Why is it that we are the most grateful for things when they
are nearly taken away? What is it about
mankind that we can’t appreciate, and I mean really appreciate what we have,
all the time? I Thank God daily for my
many blessings and I make it a point to think about them individually when I
do, not just rattle of a general thanks.
Some nights I struggle to get detailed, others my focus is there and I
can do it regularly. I really do my best
to stop my brain from spinning long enough to respectfully Thank God, to think
about and truly appreciate our many blessings.
Still, somehow, I just don’t realize how many blessings we
have until they are nearly or totally lost.
The blessings of food, a roof over our heads, cloths on our backs, and
having the bills paid so I’m not scared to answer the door. Those I always remember, and am always ready
to Thank God for. Those are the
blessings I still struggle to maintain through the grace of God. I now think about our health, especially with
my Dad’s recent string of maladies. One
of our volunteers at the ranch was severely injured in a motorcycle accident, I
know our health is a blessing, I guess I just didn’t realize how much, just how
very much until this weekend.
It was just yesterday that it finally hit just how very sick
Barbara Ann is. I tend to look at health
in the aspect of the outcome. Sure… I
feel like I’m going to die but I will be fully recovered in a few days, so
really, my health is good. Barbara Ann
is expected to make a full recovery.
That isn’t in question, but right now, she is so very sick. Today… finally… she gets to start a liquid
diet. Her Foley Catheter was removed,
they started the process of inching her drain tube out, and these are all signs
of recovery. BA went poop today!! That’s an even greater accomplishment and a
sign she is improving.
I hadn't realized until last night just why I am able to
look at good health as being there even when someone is as ill as Barbara Ann
is today. She will recover this I
know. God has been with her every step
of the way; he gave us the miracle of modern medicine. Barbara is sick only temporarily because of
her good health. Had she not been the
robustly healthy little girl she was, would her prognosis be so good? Would she have made it this far? I Thank God for our good health, but I don’t
think I truly understood what it meant until yesterday, the day when my brain
stopped spinning long enough for me to realize just how sick my baby girl
is. When I question thanking God, it is
not questioning whether or not we should.
I know we should, we should Thank God each and every day for all of our
blessings. What I’m questioning about Thanking
God is, have I ever given him the Thanks he deserves?
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