Watching the news has become dangerous. Murder, mayhem and financial ruin. People doing the unthinkable who are surprised by the reactions of others. I certainly don’t hold myself up as some type of paragon, and God knows I’ve done some bad things. But never without a sense of shame. I suppose that’s why I immerse myself in books so often. It deadens the din of reality.
I do however, count my blessing daily. Despite the fact that unemployment has been no stranger to our family and extended family, we’re all getting by. What health issues there may be are being addressed. There is love and laughter in our daily lives. We’ve mastered the art of being able to be quite angry with loved ones while still loving them.
The biggest joy of all are the “littles” in our lives. That phrase was coined by my nieces, and consists of the next generation of kids in the family. For me it’s two great nephews, two great nieces and the baby boy of my baby sister, and a grand baby to be. So this blog post started on a downer, and ended with an upper. And I’m very grateful for that, too.
pretend we don’t resent them. Or we don’t resent them and we get on line with the rest of the saints.
