I was sitting in Church last Sunday. I was in this weird head space where - this hasn’t happened for a long time - I had tears running down my cheeks. I was just completely overwhelmed by how blessed I am. I was thinking about my wonderful family, and wonderful friends, and a wonderful Pastor and a house and yard that are perfect for our needs and on and on. I just felt sooo blessed by my Creator who loves me.
So at the end of the service I’m just sitting there, drained - exhausted - and a guy leans over and says, “Ya like hockey?” and I say, “Ya.” And he says, “Your boys like hockey?” And I say, “Ya.” And he reaches into his pocket and gives me four tickets to the World Junior Hockey Championships that are happening just down the street from our place.
When I was thinking about all the ways in which I’m blessed? I’d forgotten about hockey. The tickets are for next Sunday and I don't know who's playing but - eh - hockey's hockey - right?