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Blessings Beyond Measure

Amy Patsch

By Amy Patsch

Most days I just scoot through life balancing prayer, studying God’s word, partaking in volunteer work, completing housework, etc., and I don’t stop to smell the roses as often as I should. I try to, but some days I just take a quick whiff on the way through the garden. But this past week, as I was sitting on our backyard patio with my Bible in hand, I looked out in wonder and saw all the gifts God has provided in that space.

Growing up in Pennsylvania near the West Virginia border I dreamed of living by the ocean. My family only saw the ocean on the occasions we visited my aunt and uncle living in the Bronx. It was a long drive across Pennsylvania, and even with the Howard Johnson restaurants the cost to eat for a family of seven was a factor in how often we made the trip, to say nothing about cramming all those extra bodies into my aunt’s tiny home, which already included their three children.

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