Treasured blessings

When I’m worried and I can’t sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep counting my blessings…

These lyrics from Irvin Berlin run through my head as I open another of her journals to read once again.  My maternal grandmother, Beulah (Granny B), would sing them to me as I drifted into sleep under my favorite quilted stars in her home.  I spent a great deal of time with Granny and Grandpa Brock through my formative years as they both were very present in our activities and in our lives.

Three years ago, I stumbled across her stack of written jewels while cleaning out my parent’s home.  Granny B recorded the general goings-on of her days in notebooks and small journals throughout most of her life.  Sometimes pouring her heart out or sometimes simply sharing what she did or ate on any given day, her recollections painted a vivid picture in a very matter-of-fact manner. While I’m not certain mom ever read them, they certainly gave my sister and me clearer insight into the relationships, relevance, and longings of a highly talented, but deeply-struggling artistic soul.  And like her recipe cards and some letters, I’m so grateful to possess these brief written snapshots of her life, and in her own handwriting to boot!

So on Day #10:  What’s a treasured blessing from the past you possess and what does it signify for you?

Here’s hoping we all take a little time during this season of thanks and giving to dig a little deeper into those grateful treasures we possess.  🙂

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