I want to count my blessings.  It is so easy to center on what I call my “lack”.  I am so blessed–materially and all kinds of ways that have nothing to do with things.  I have a wife who loves me.  And all kinds of other people who are glad to see me.  And I have a history with them.  My four dogs and even my cats who really do not pay much attention to me but I appreciate them nevertheless.  My life is not perfect but then, again, whose is?  Of course, this is a short and incomplete list.  I can go on and on but I won’t.  I am just glad to be home.

Do what you love with all your heart and soul.  An example of this is a lady in our town.  She has a sign on the front of her house, “Sew plain and fancy.”  Usually we take our clothes to her for her mending (and so do a lot of other people).  She is quite reasonable and usually we pay her more than she asks.  We do appreciate her.  She has a steady stream of customers.  What she does is no small thing.  It is done joyously and willingly.  I don’t care what your gifts and talents are–do unto the Lord and with a gracious heart.  Do your labor honestly and quietly.  That is all that counts.  Whatever it is.  Like this lady in town.  You will be rewarded.  Every time.

Take the time to learn other peoples’ names.  It always makes a difference.  Others want to be called by their proper names.  It always makes a difference.

So ask the names of people you have frequent contact with.  Do not hesitate to ask their names again and again until theirs are fixed in your mind.  Others always appreciate that.

Then you can gradually become more personal with them.  It might take awhile but you will learn about them quicker if you (first) went to the trouble of (first) learning their correct name.  It always starts there.

People are housed in different prisons.  Sometimes it is their circumstances or attitudes that can imprison them.  Let’s just talk about the first.

I have a friend who can not easily leave the house.  His wife needs around the clock care and she gets very anxious when he is not not there.

How many people think nothing of stepping out of their house and getting a burger, maybe, at the nearby McDonald’s and shopping at their local supermarket?

It is a simple freedom yet there are those that are home bound that can not partake of them so easily for different reasons.

His wife would do any thing in the whole world if she could do something as simple as give someone a hug.  And people, sometimes, complain about washing dishes.  She can’t do either:  she is paralyzed.

Sometimes you really do not know what you’ve got until you lose it.  And if you can get that simple freedom back you suddenly appreciate it more.  And sometimes you can’t go back.  It is lost forever and all you can do is mourn its loss.