My Anchor

It was a sunny, frigid day in Boston yesterday.
And I wanted to write about blessings.
But wasn't sure what to say...

Because I believe I am deeply blessed. Profoundly, completely, repeatedly. Now and over my lifetime.
Not only do I believe I am blessed, but I feel it.
Sure, I get tired and anxious and pouty. Truth is, I have a down right melancholy soul.
But the blessings are there. And real. And they matter more than the rest and soothe my soul...when I let them.

Lately, however, my path has felt unclear. There are days when I'd describe myself as hemmed in. Limited. With only a few choices.

Other days I feel like there are too many options. That there is so much that I long to do. That I could be heading anywhere I choose.

Like the fallen leaves, I feel a bit blown here and there by the winds. And wonder if a decision made a decade ago to change paths, to swim against the current that had carried us for years, wasn't just a bit too crazy!

When I start to get lost in doubt, questions, "what ifs" and "what's next" it's then that I realize what the blessings mean to me. What they do for me.

They are my anchor.

When the winds blow, and the waves of doubt toss me about...it's the simple joys and those immeasurable blessings of home and family that steady me. Carry me. And fill my heart to overflowing.

"I have been blessed, and I feel like I've found my way.

I thank God for all I've been given at the end of every day.

I have been blessed

With so much more than I deserve!

To be here with the ones who love me, to love them so much it hurts...

I have been blessed."

{Martina McBride}

A day late to Kathy's Song-ography party

and linking up for Project 52