A few nights ago, with the house fast asleep and the only sound my snoring goldendoodle, I stared at the ceiling and considered the year that now slips into the night, soon to be replaced by the bright dawn of 2014.
It’s been a challenging year, more than most in my life might realize. Two long-awaited film projects — “Christmas Jars” and “The Wednesday Letters” — that finally seemed poised for takeoff, fizzled. One publisher declined to work with me because they feared my membership in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints would scare away Christian bookstores. Other exciting projects were put on hold over legal concerns or technology challenges. Dear friends have died too soon. Others have divorced or separated.
I didn’t hear these three words; I felt them. “Count your blessings.”
And, so I did.