My Good Fortune

I can’t explain my good fortune

I can’t explain my good fortune, and why should I try? It is what it is. I am consumed by the understanding that I am blessed, I am nearly brought to proud tears daily when I am lucky enough to spend time with my family. My daughters three, one in college, the second off to college, and three navigating the path through high school, amaze me with their keen intellects, warm hearts, and  open souls. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve these people around me.

But consider first what this train of thought implies. Was some decision made to grant me these things, this life, these daughters, my wife? Or instead, have my decisions and my approach to the world sown the seeds for the garden that has grown? I can hardly believe I’ve earned it, I just need to acknowledge that it’s here, and realize that my navigational skills (and let’s say it’s spiritual and intellectual navigation, okay? I mean, I could get lost in my own home town) have some influence.

So follow me, let’s talk navigation, I’ll be Magellan.