When my grandson, Nate, was 22 months old, he could count to 20. He might have skipped 12 or 17, but he plugged along. Sometimes when we walked together, he’d count every step, or when eating, he’d count the bites he took.
I had forgotten what a big deal it is to be able to count. Nate will count for the rest of his life–his achievements, assets, failures, and even the amount of grandchildren he might have some day that he will be able to count with also.
For me, these days I’m counting my blessings, especially my relationship with God, then the people closest to me–especially my children, grandchildren, and my mother, who at age 96, continues to be a blessings. I’m grateful for good health and my safe home in a senior-friendly community.
Sometimes I fail to count the things that make my life easier, such as this laptop and the internet that makes it possible for me to write and post on the Internet. I’m also thankful to be able to drive, to work out at the gym, to travel beyond the city limits of Sun City. I’m grateful I have a full mouth of teeth, good eyesight, and feet that have carried me since I was ten months old.
I count on God to continue to bless me as I age and for people who count on me to be there for them.
Lord, I count on you to always be by my side. Amen.