I can’t count my blessings. I can’t count that high…
I’m sitting on the front porch of my stepson’s house at The Hammocks in Miami. It’s early on Christmas morning and the neighborhood is quiet. So is the house. No one is up yet.
The coffee is strong. Smells and tastes good.
I’m not in my own home. That is back in Texas. We’ve been staying here in Miami for several months.
We’re in transition. Moving back to Miami from La Porte, Texas. For family reasons. To help out family. Not necessarily what we want to do, but what we know we should do. When we’re needed, we step up.
That’s how we got to Texas in the first place. About 5 years ago. Stepped up.
It’s been a strange holiday season. That’s an understatement to say the least.
How about your holidays so far? What you expected? Great? Not so much?
Hold that thought.
My wife has a bad cold. So does our grandson, who lives in this house with his father, my stepson. My wife’s been bedridden for 2 days.
My wife’s father is in Mercy Hospital here in Miami. He has been hospitalized since December 7th.
Originally he was admitted through emergency at another hospital with very low blood pressure. But after a battery of tests, he was diagnosed with Colon Cancer and was transferred to Mercy.
He’s almost 88 years old. Suffers from multiple ailments. It’s a tough time for him, and for all of us. He’s awaiting radiation therapy this week. Rough for an elderly person but at least his prognosis is good.
So the situation is not necessarily ideal.
Back to you. Everything OK? Anything unusual going on? Are you joyous? Or wishing this had been a better Christmas?
Let me tell you a story…
Down the road from where we are staying is a place I know all too well. The Federal Correctional Institute. FCI Miami. A Federal prison. “Home” to about 400 men. My “home” ten years ago for almost 3 years. Some “home”…
It’s literally a hop skip and jump from here. 4 miles away. As I look south from my chair on the porch, I can’t physically see it. But it’s vividly in my mind’s eye. I can picture myself there. It sends shivers down my spine.
I spent 2 Christmases there. Along with holidays, birthdays and other missed celebrations. Wonderful!
No one ever said…
I can picture the men at FCI Miami today. Some getting family visits. Others not. And those that are sitting in front of the TVs mindlessly watching.
Some are worshiping. Attending their preferred religious service. Others are sitting outside on that ever popular place to sit — the bleachers. They’ll be sitting there staring off into space wishing the day will finally come to an end.
As I think back to those Christmases past, sitting here on the porch sipping my coffee, I realize just how fortunate and blessed I truly am.
I think of those men, and what it felt like to wish time would rush quickly by. Yet have it crawl along like a bad movie playing at one quarter speed.
And I think of my father-in-law lying in the hospital bed. I say a prayer.
Above all I am grateful for what now feels like quite a wonderful Christmas. Because I see the world in perfect perspective.
I’m alive. Free. Truly blessed. I have so many blessings, it would take quite a while to go through them all.
How about you? How do you feel?
I hope you see that your life is richly blessed today. I hope you feel it. That no matter the circumstances, you are alive, free, and able to count blessings.
And I hope you feel God’s peace upon you. that it brings you calm, joy, fulfillment and faith that your future will bring even more blessings.
I hope that my story, and my perspective has given you some peace, joy and hope as well.
And that you can be grateful for all of that…
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