A vintage gift from a young husband,

hand carved music maker wrapped with Christmas love...

This naming of gifts tugs hard.

 An endearing note from a young doctor overwhelms me; Rob left his imprint on him as well. A past minister phones; friends fill the loneliness.

I encourage students to look past assignments and quizzes and list the blessings, but one of them 

 drowns in heartache. How do you name the blessings when your brave cousin fights for his life? 

But if we don't list one by one in the hardest times, don't we, too, lose the battle?