Blessings

Sitting here this morning with my coffee, listening to the robins, cardinals, and mockingbirds outside. My daughter is getting ready for school, and I hear her singing along with a song on the radio: Heaven…I’m in heaven…and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak…

And I think: She’s at an age where she could be into the Goth culture, dressed all in black and hating everything. Instead, she’s singing a tune from an old Ginger Rogers/Fred Astaire movie–and she knows all the words!

Life is good. God has made me the richest man in the world.

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