How Blessed Am I

I am very weary. Yesterday was a long day, and the morning already has been tiring. (Which basically translates as, Please excuse the poorly writtenness of this post.)

Sometimes the irksome little things in life add up and make it seem as though the world is coming to an end. Have you ever felt that way? To paraphrase a friend of mine (who put it much more eloquently), some days I want to find a little hollow in the universe, and curl up in this hollow with a blanket and a good book and never come out again.

But when I feel this way, snuggled into the sofa with a blanket and a book and a dog lying on my feet--in a heated, air-conditioned home with a pantry filled with food and faucets flowing with potable water, in a safe neighborhood--I am reminded of those not so fortunate, the cancer patients and the impoverished, the orphans and the widows, those struggling to provide for their family, while I, a young teenage girl, have really not a worry in the world. And I praise Him for all that with which He has blessed me, and I pray for those less fortunate. And I feel better.

I am glad also that the trials which I do endure allow me to empathize more deeply with those faced with much greater ones.

On a lighter note, the puppy is doing much better today. He jumps and plays and actually seems to care what's happening to him. Maybe he was just dehydrated. There still has been no word from his owners, although a lady called who was missing her beagle.

It's hard to walk because he romps along underfoot, pouncing my feet and pulling at my pants!