Dec 24, 2009

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Counting My Blessings

“If you’re worried and you can’t sleep, just count your blessings instead of sheep, and you’ll fall asleep counting your blessings…” ~Irving Berlin, from “White Christmas”

For the past few weeks, I had been struggling to find the joy in this holiday season. It is the second one without my dad; my uncle (my dad’s brother) is nearly ready to join Dad in heaven; and I have been sorely missing several other loved ones who have long left this earth.

Last night, my husband suggested we watch “White Christmas” together. We started doing this a few years ago, at my suggestion. Watching this movie, one of my all-time favorites, was just the thing I needed to see. The storyline, the dancing, the music, the elegance of the cast – I love it all.

One of my favorite songs in the production is “Count Your Blessings Instead of Sheep.”  As I listened to the words, I realized that I have counting my “sheep” rather than my blessings. I have resolved to focus on my many blessings, rather than my losses.

My husband, sons and I are healthy. The boys are doing well in their school courses and with their own work. I am lucky to have my mom living close by – so close that I can see her several times a week. I am blessed to have my siblings, along with my many nieces and nephews, in my life. I belong to the most incredibly little church, filled with a community of folks who are not only fellow parishioners, but also friends. I am able to do I work I love, while also volunteering in my community. Life really is good and I am truly blessed.

While it is sad that many family and friends are no longer here to share in the celebration of Christmas, I do carry them in my heart all through the year. By carrying on the traditions they shared, such as making pizzelles, I keep them alive not only for myself, but also for my children and other family members. Tonight, on this holy night, I will count my blessings rather than sheep.

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