Blessed Still.

While I Lay in the comfort of my bed tonight, I think about the community we visited earlier where they had their houses built on water. In a seemingly frustrating situation, I wonder how and where they draw their hope from, what kind of strength they need to face each day and end every night with no assurance that things will get better tomorrow. And I look at my situation and I know that I am blessed still. But that doesn't make them blessed any less because one thing I am sure of, God loves and cares for His children the same and that blessings come in different forms, we just have to look on a different perspective.