When Words Won't Come...

This is one of those times when, no matter how easy it seems to write something of interest just once a week, no words seem to leap into my immediate disposal. Haven't seven days elapsed since the last time I sat down here to say hello to family and friends? Certainly something must have happened that is worthy of sharing... other than the usual safe, but boring, banter about the weather. (Which, by the way, still has us guessing what to expect on any given day.)

I suppose that I should look at this from a different perspective. I'm still breathing, and without the medication and inhalers that my father used for as long as I could remember right up until the time of his death. This might change as I did my best to kill myself by smoking for about 25 years, in spite of witnessing firsthand what asthma and emphysema can do to inhibit one's lifestyle.

I can still go to the bathroom when I choose to do so, rather than finding out about it after the fact. That might seem rather petty, but talk to some older folks who deal with incontinence and then figure out whether or not having control of such a basic task is a blessing or not. I can understand that we come into this world wearing a diaper, but having to go out wearing the same fashion statement... it just ain't right!

I still am able to go to work (albeit there are days when I'd rather not), interact with people there... most of which are friendly, and a small circle that seems like an extended family. I'm able to write this piece of drivel, for goodness sake... yet there are people in the world that couldn't read this even if they wanted to. It could be from a lack of education, economic circumstance or having a government filtering what is suitable for them to visually consume.

I'm able to choose what God I wish to worship, or ignore. I'm not bound by "peer pressure" to worship one specific God or have my head removed as a consequence. Oh yes... in MY religion, God is able to do His own dirty work. He will be more than capable to separate the good from the bad when they stand before Him in judgment, and doesn't need the help of His "followers" to dispatch victims to Him while chanting, "God is Good, God is Great!" Yes, my God is SO great that He will deal with me personally... He doesn't need YOUR help. Really!

So, all-in-all, I might not have a lot to say this week but I do have a lot to be thankful for. How about you?