Count your blessings

You know when I woke up this morning, I was reading up on the Canadian Media still making a big deal about PM Stephen Harper's pocketing of a communion waffer at Romeo Leblanc's funeral. So i was adamant that I was gonna write a blog post about the sheer idiocy of the whole situation. I was gonna talk about how, as a protestant, I refuse to take communion out of respect for their beliefs (Since it is a very sacred sacrament) and because the exclusivity that it brings is contrary to my protestant belief that everyone (sins big and small) who profess their faith in Christ are welcome to partake in it. So yes, my left-leaning readers, I was going to write a blog post in defence of *gasp* Stephen Harper.

But now, here I am at the end of my day sitting at my computer and I'm not wanting to write about that. Even though the Canadian Media can be a piece of worke at times, I have other things on my mind. I had the unhappy task of driving Shawna and her dad to the airport tonight. He was visiting, but hsi visit was cut short due to a family emergency. Two days later, they are on a plane back to Ontario and I am sitting here beign lonely.

Now, Shawna is not good with goodbyes. I am ok. What I'm not good with is after the goodbye! Once I stepped away form the security doors, the tears welled up. And I knew this was going to be a very very very hard week. So, I sat in the car for a while and I kept crying. So I started praying and driving. So I'm talking to God, ya know, just asking him to watch over her and give her comfort with her family. Then I'm starting to be all angry cuz she's gonna be so far away and I'm mad at myself for some reason (why? I don't know...) As I'm driving in the darkness all I see is a brightly lit church sign that says "Count your blessings, not your problems!" And I thought... YES! I even screamed out "THANK YOU GOD!"

So here goes. Despite my lady's grandfather in a coma/dying, her having to go suffer the biggest loss of her life without me, my loss of a job, the uncertainty of my future, and a canker sore on my tongue that just won't go away... I am going to count my blessings. I'll count them all in person, but I wanted to just say a few. I am blessed with:

- The most beautiful woman that God has ever created. I am blessed to call her my best friend. And my soul mate.

- A biological family that cares so much about me that I am only getting closer to as the years go by.

- A Church family that has helped me grow as a believer and as a person. They have held me accountable, and let me live my life. Everything I am becoming in Christ is thanks to their compassion and love.

- Friends. I love you all. You know who you are.

- Health. Security. A shelter from the cold night.

This is a short list... God knows there's more (and If he doesn't I'll make sure he does) So for those of you (the few that read this) are feeling down, empty, angry, sad or anythign like it. Remember to count your blessings. If you want someone to celebrate those blessings with, you can always call me. Life may suck at times, but there's always something. Always.

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Today's Piece of Worke
Canker Sores! This hurts so bad!