Coffee With Maddie




If I were to ask you to list all of the blessings in your life - those things you are truly thankful for - how many could you list? I’ll bet you could easily think of ten. But how about twenty? Fifty? Or maybe even one hundred? And now could you put a price tag behind each one? There are a number of blessings in my life - material blessings - that I could put a dollar amount on. The blessings that mean the most to me though are the ones that can’t have a price tag - the ones that are priceless.

As I sit with my cup of coffee tonight, I’m listening to two of those priceless blessings (ages 10 and 12) giggle and laugh as they watch some silly show on TV - “Sponge Bob Square Pants” (oddly enough a show my teenager and husband also think is very amusing - something that’s beyond me). Another blessing is 18 years old and he’s either up playing some on-line game on his computer with friends or working on a web-site for a new local band and counting the days until he leaves for college. I also have a wonderful blessing who’s stayed with me through “thick and thin” for 22 years - my husband. And a 110 pound black lab named Machs and a 22 pound cat named Pavarotti complete my family of blessings. Outside of my home I have some of the best friends I’ve ever had and many activities that add great joy to my life. Who and what are the blessings in your life?

What about those blessings that we can’t even touch? Like our freedom? What’s it worth to you to live in this country? What’s it worth to you to go the place of worship you want to go to and not have to live in fear? These freedoms are certainly blessings that have had a very high price tag.

This week I’m reading a new book that recently came out called “Prisoners of Hope,” by Dayna Curry and Heather Mercer (with Stacy Mattingly). Dayna and Heather are two young women who asked God to “send us where no one else wants to go.” I don’t know about you, but those words have never crossed my lips. They went to Afghanistan. Need I say more? The book is about their love for the people they served; their arrest, trial, and imprisonment by the Taliban; and their rescue by U.S. Special Forces. I can’t hardly get past a page in this book without stopping to count my blessings. Page by page . . . I’m counting my blessings.

Have you taken time lately to count all of yours? If not, maybe it’s time to grab a pen and piece of paper (along with a steaming cup of coffee) and make a list of all the blessings in your life!
Until next week . . . God bless you and yours!
-Maddie

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About the Author;
Maddie is a dear friend from the Midwest who will touch your heart with her gentle stories of home of family. You can just picture yourself at the kitchen table any early morning with Maddie, a fresh cup of coffee, maybe the smell of bacon in the air, and a log on the fire to take out the chill.

Talk to Maddie at ...
Maddie@boomerjournals.com