Under “usual” circumstances, I’ll absent minded. I’ll put a book in the fridge and bar-be-que sauce on my dresser. I’ll lose my phone at least three times each evening while grading papers or creating lessons.

These days?

Actually, these days, I think I’m doing pretty well. While I lose my phone about every four minutes, I’ve only lost my debit card once (yes, as in had to get a new one), lost two text books (one of which my son-in-law found in Ian’s room today under a pink hospital basin), and I lost the keys to my office at school (they were in the truck). I found gum (unchewed, thankfully) under my pillow. Today, I found three pairs of socks in my backpack and realized that I no longer have any gloves with fingertips, as I keep losing them and cutting off the fingertips to type and write in Ian’s frigid hospital room (especially when he was in the ICU).

What I found?

I found a lovely greeting in Ian’s room when I returned from teaching today. I sat beside Ian’s bed, “Hey, Hon. It’s Mom.”

Ian looked at me and raised his right leg to tap me gently on the head with his foot as if to say, “Hey there, Mom.”

My blessings aren’t ever what I think they’ll be. They don’t come in ways I expect. They’re perfect and precious, just the same.

“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.” –James 1:17