Blessed be . . . me.
Where do the Sundays go? So much on my to-do list and I was running around all day.
One of these years, I’m going to take that day of rest Commandment literally.
Until then I’ll keep checking in with jana@jana’sthinkingplace for Stream of Consciousness Sunday.
Five minutes, uncensored – unedited.
Our optional prompt this week: Blessed.
GO.
Honestly, I looked this up online.
Does it mean something worthy of worship or something I’m thankful for?
Obviously, we can hold something in reverence and also be grateful for it, but it really the same thing.
These are the things that pop into my mind.
This time of year, every cold morning that the heater groans to life — I’m blessed.
Every day I can pull on my running shoes and go for a run — I’m blessed.
Every day we all have good health — I’m triply blessed. (if that is a word. I’m that)
Every day I can see the sun and see the green, basically every day my eyes do what eyes are created to do — I’m blessed.
But what do I hold in reverence?
TIME.
What do you hold in reverence?
Since the timer went off, I’ll have to get back to you on that one.
