Getting diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis at age 38 was a bummer. Finding out my memory problems are the result of the onset of Alzheimer's was much worse. But last Friday I met a totally blind six to eight-year-old boy at St. Jude's Children's Hospital was balding from his chemo treatments and I decided I need to reflect a bit more on my many blessings.
I married well. My wonderful wife has stood by me through thick and thin and I love her more than words can express. We have three wonderful sons whom we adore. We also very much love our daughters-in-law, and we have been blessed with thirteen grandchildren who, like the kids in Lake Wobegone, are all above average.
I have enjoyed every job I've had and, for the most part, have had great bosses, colleagues, and mentors. Though I've had to cut back on things I used to enjoy like driving and officiating at weddings, I'm thankful that I'm still able to preach occasionally.
Connie and I love our doctor who is both a gerontologist and an intern. She is the doctor who diagnosed my Alzheimer's and unlike any other doctor we've ever had, I sure she would recognize us if she saw us outside of her office. She remembers things we tell her about our children and grandkids and she doesn't seem to rush through her time with us when we are in her office.
I'm thankful for our church. We get so many positive affirmations there. Though we could do better, I'm glad we worship in a multicultural church that seeks to serve "the least of these."
That's enough for now.
I married well. My wonderful wife has stood by me through thick and thin and I love her more than words can express. We have three wonderful sons whom we adore. We also very much love our daughters-in-law, and we have been blessed with thirteen grandchildren who, like the kids in Lake Wobegone, are all above average.
I have enjoyed every job I've had and, for the most part, have had great bosses, colleagues, and mentors. Though I've had to cut back on things I used to enjoy like driving and officiating at weddings, I'm thankful that I'm still able to preach occasionally.
Connie and I love our doctor who is both a gerontologist and an intern. She is the doctor who diagnosed my Alzheimer's and unlike any other doctor we've ever had, I sure she would recognize us if she saw us outside of her office. She remembers things we tell her about our children and grandkids and she doesn't seem to rush through her time with us when we are in her office.
I'm thankful for our church. We get so many positive affirmations there. Though we could do better, I'm glad we worship in a multicultural church that seeks to serve "the least of these."
That's enough for now.
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