We had an epic, rare snow in the south. I joyfully watched posts of families, couples, friends, lovers playing in the white fluff. I gleefully pressed my face to the window with happiness and joy. But then it hit me. A tear rolled down my eye. I’m alone. I’m all alone. I don’t have anyone to hold hands with in the snow. I don’t have anyone to help me up after making a snow angel. I don’t have anyone to share this special moment with. I don’t have anyone to laugh with. I am all alone. Ugly cry came next. Snot may have been involved.

But then, miraculously, water works stopped.

I have God.

I would rather be alone than where I was 6 years ago.

Pity party over. A moment of loneliness almost wreaked havoc on a time of joy. We all have these moments. I lived in a house full of people, but felt alone and loneliness. Now I am alone, but not lonely, except for a few gut punching instances. But I get over it.

I am truly happy, even alone.

I am blessed.