Counting blessings has always been and continues to be one of the hardest things for people to do. I think we get caught up in the race of life and forget that instead of having much to complain about, we have much to be grateful for. With the stresses of work, home, finances, and whatever else we can think up, we forget that we have been given so much and asked so little in return. Lately, I've spent more time worried about perfecting my lesson plans and the quickly approaching state assessments than I have been thanking God for the opportunity to be a huge part of the lives of some amazingly good-hearted children. The events of last week should not have to happen for us to realize how truly blessed we are. But, sadly, that's the way our human nature works. We have to be given a reality check every now and then. My over-anxieties and small stresses evaporated as soon as the news set in. I won't be spending much time researching the events of Friday. The reasons why and how are very much beyond us. While praying for those who lost theirs on Friday, I am counting the blessings before me, all 53 of them, filling my classroom with laughs and talk of Christmas this morning.
Merry Christmas!
