It suddenly dawned on me that, if I want to record a thousand blessings in a year, I should number them consecutively, which would make today’s 58, 59. and 60.
58. a grace borrowed–a green pen to grade stems quizzes. Grading kept me busy, NOT bored.
59. a grace found–this poem/song–Hymn to God the Father by John Donne, and
60. a grace inherited–my height. I am six feet tall. I was 5’11” when I was eleven, and I thought, for a long time, that my height was a curse. I can finally say that, at almost 57, I am at peace with it.