Tonight I celebrated my middle son's 24th birthday with him and his family. He nearly died before he was born and we spent many months in the hospital together, (he in utero) because of placenta previa. He could have bled to death in moments. I called my mother one day while I was having the blues about it, feeling restless and anxious and worried, crying of course. My mother said, don't worry, this will make him a survivor. He has nearly died two other times in his short life. Nearly being key. Once in an accident that took his uncle, my brother, and later, as a result of a severe addiction to drugs, which he has put in it's place. After they left tonight I sat back and thought in awe how lucky I really am and I am still crying those tears of quiet joy. I am so blessed. I pray for those who cannot see or feel their blessings tonight, for one reason or another. I thank my Lord that I see mine so very clearly tonight.