Looking Up

This morning, I hugged the healthy daughters I prayed I would have.

I kissed the wife I prayed I would marry.

I locked the house I prayed I could own.

I got into the car I prayed I could afford.

I drove to the job I prayed I would get.

I had lunch in the city I prayed I would live.

And I talked to a friend I prayed would stay in my life.

Later on, I hurried to the softball field to work with the kids I prayed I could help.

My parents—who I prayed would still be with me—showed up at the game.

And I smiled as they cheered on their granddaughter who I prayed would hit the ball.

That night, I returned to the home I prayed I could own.

I hugged the healthy daughters I prayed I would have.

I kissed the wife I prayed I would marry.

And as my head grew heavy on my pillow,  I remember thinking, “If only God would make me rich.”

Sometimes our eyes are open, but we don’t see.

  • Matthew Princing

    Curt, I pray you will reread what your wrote. You are rich my friend, and very blessed. Thank you for reminding me of the riches in my life and all of my prayers that have been answered.

    • curtharding

      You got it, Matt! (I knew you would).