Our family is double-counting our blessings this week.

Early Sunday morning, a friend of ours passed away after an unexpected heart attack.  He was only fifty-five years old.

He and his widow had no children and really no extended family.  Her loss is so acute.  There are no words to comfort her.

So my husband has taken my hand more often this week.

Our daughter stops for spontaneous hugging.

And I tell them both everyday how important they are.

In Ecclesiastes 7:2, Solomon wrote, “It is better to go to a house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting because that is the end of every man, and the living takes it to heart.”

Thinking about death doesn’t bother me, and it is nice to hug our daughter and hold my husband’s hand more.

It’s good that we have all ‘taken it to heart’.

And it’s good to be alive.

The sunlight is positively glowing today; we’re going out to plant the garden together.

I hope you make time in your day, today, to spend time with the ones that really matter in your life.  Make a phone call, write a letter, or invite someone out for coffee.  Hold a hand, give a hug, and tell them they matter.

And be sure to double-count your blessings.

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