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Today I went to Children’s hospital in St. Louis. I visited with a young man from our congregation who is very sick. I stood by his bed listening to him voice some of his fears. Tears came easily for him as he expressed the thought that he might not ever get any better. I thanked him for sharing with me and had prayer. On my way to the parking lot I rode the elevator with parents whose child was very ill and they were in tears. Walking across the parking lot I thanked God for my two healthy sons and their families. God has been good to me in so many ways. Yet, I feel ashamed that it took a trip to Children’s hospital to get me to see some obvious blessings that I just live with and don’t thank God enough for giving them to me. Today I praise God for being able to walk, talk, and just breathe.