I’m going to confess to something, dear readers.  I admit that things in my personal life lately have been more than a little rough.

I’m also going to admit that I’m now greatly ashamed at how I’ve looked more to what I’ve lost instead of to what God has… and what God is still… given me.

The low temperature this morning was 4 degrees Fahrenheit.  As of this writing it hasn’t got much warmer.  But at least I can say that I am staying warm.  That I’ve got food to eat.  People who care for me.  A career that is beginning to take off beyond my wildest dreams (and that in itself was a huge answered prayer).

I have fretted over things lost and things ruined because of a condition I was born with and too much I let those define the parameters of my happiness when instead I ...