  Waking up this morning my thoughts went to an old song we used to sing in church years ago: "I am blessed" "I am blessed" "Every day that I live I am blessed" "When I wake up in the morning" "Or I lay my head to rest" "I am blessed" "I am blessed" It's hard to sing those words when you are going through troubles and trials in your life. Nothing feels blessed when your heart is aching. Yet, no truer words have been sang. No matter how bad things get for us, we are still blessed, as long as we have breath in our lungs to breathe. I AM blessed today. I am blessed because I'm living. I am blessed because my husband and children are living.
I am blessed because I have a house over my head, food in my cupboards, a vehicle to drive, clothes upon my back, and health in my body. I am blessed because I can see the sky today while others are in prison, in mental wards, in detention homes, or hospitals. I am blessed today because I am free and sitting here typing this while others are trapped in their minds, seduced by the world, unable to cope, unable to think straight, unable to comprehend, and unable to escape addiction.
I am blessed because I'm not what I used to be. I am blessed because I could be dead, I could be in prison, I could be addicted, I could be divorced, I could be alone, I could be sick, I could be homeless, I could be lost, or I could be dead. Compared to what I could be, I AM completely, absolutely, wholey, and entirely blessed. What right do I have to question the Lord about anything in my life? If a lost, homeless alcoholic on the street could see my life, would he or she have a better understanding of being blessed than I do? Perhaps. 
