Sunday morning is my time to take the time to reflect on my life.

Today, because I have so many kind, genuinely good people in my life, I wondered how I got so lucky.

I HOPE it wasn’t luck but something more in my control: consequences.

Since I was a kid, I was taught by my Granny that the Bible tells us, “You reap what you sow.”

My Mama told me that my habits dictated the quality of my life.

And common knowledge tells us that the chickens will eventually come home to roost and how one lives their life determines if that is a good or a bad thing.

Granny exemplified the saying, living a long, full, and genuinely good life, which I was blessed to be a part of and to witness first hand.

My Mom was more of a “Do what I say, not what I do” person. I certainly saw that life first hand and learned just as much from her.

Over my entire life and even more in the past few years, my roosting chickens have been a blessing.

I’d like to think, and I hope that I am reaping what I have sown.

More likely, however, is that others are sowing their innate goodness and I just happen to be damn lucky to be in their orbit.

You know who you are. Thank you and much love to you all.