It Sure Isn’t Hard to Count My Blessings
Some people walk into your life slowly, like sunlight easing across a room in the early morning. Others arrive like a sudden answer to prayers you barely knew how to speak aloud. The first time I met you, something inside me recognized peace before I even had words for it. There are certain souls that feel familiar from the beginning, as though heaven quietly stitched their presence into your story long before your paths ever crossed. Meeting you felt less like coincidence and more like divine timing unfolding exactly the way it was always meant to. Before you, I had grown used to carrying storms quietly inside myself. I learned how to smile while clouds gathered behind my eyes. Life teaches people how to hide sadness well. We become experts at pretending everything is fine while exhaustion settles deep into the soul. Yet somehow you looked at me differently. You never focused on the rain first. You always saw the blue skies hiding beyond it. Even when I struggled to see hope for myse...
