How did I get so blessed? Today I live in a world surrounded by gratitude...the grace of gratitude.
I am grateful for my little guy, grateful that my love for him is not always convenient, and I love him all the more; grateful for my friends (grateful that I can put an "s" on "friend" without lying), grateful that I care as much for more than one other as I do for myself, grateful that I am loved, grateful that I love.
The big whoopee is the realization that all my gifts are blossoms stemming from the same root...gratitude. And the process is exactly the same as that of a flower blooming...its blossoms do not come from out there, given to the flower if it is "good." They are within, and they will bloom at the exactly right time.
Same goes for mine...they are not gifts given to me from out there. These are gifts that have always been inside me waiting to be released by my own self. The right time for their release may have come the first time I reached out to another...and it didn't matter whether I reached out for help or to help. Just reaching out, away from self, is an act of grace.
Grateful...the gift of grace. Gratitude...grace's fingerprints.
Thank you.
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