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I am Blessed

My 48th birthday was last week, on February 28th. I celebrated by not grading papers that night, and by experiencing the strange and wonderful bombardment of birthday greetings that comes with having a Facebook account. In the days just before and the days since my birthday, I have continued to feel overwhelmed by just what a happy birthday--what a happy life--I have. I keep finding myself adapting the Lou Gehrig line: "I am the happiest 48-year-old woman on the face of the earth." As I shared at my church last Sunday morning, I know that "happy" seems too overused, too trite to fully encompass what I feel. I am happy, as in fortunate and blessed. 

I am blessed with a family (immediate and extended) who I love and who love me expansively and determinedly. 

I am blessed with a job I love (even when I don't). 

I am blessed with students who I enjoy and treasure and love (even when I don't).

I am blessed with a voice that can sing.

I am blessed with legs that can run.

I am blessed with contentment in solitude and joy in fellowship. 

I am blessed with financial security.

I am blessed with health (although I would gladly take more of that).

I am blessed with friends who don't let go. 

I am blessed with a home that I love.

I am blessed with a God, a heavenly father, who made himself known to me before my conscious memory. 

I am, truly, undeservedly, blessed beyond measure. 


  1. You are not only blessed, but you bless. You bless each life that you touch. You bless me.

    1. Thank you, Anita dear! You bless me so!


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