I Count My Blessings

I count my blessings. I ramble on and on about not finding God. But what does it all mean? If I think I have found God, I have. Haven't I? If not, well, I stumble through life tripping over myself. And I do trip over myself, that's for sure. There have been many years when I just didn't do very much right. Where I collapsed in crises, never anything but a victim. But not every year. Many years I held my own. I stood for my potential, for all the gifts that I possess. I count my blessings, because life could be far worse.