Count it all joy

Melanie and I did not ask for or seek to be where we are today. She, working at a prison with two sore toes, me, sitting on the sidelines, watching the moon. But we are where we are, and we trust there is a purpose, a plan behind the upheaval. One thing I can certainly count all joy, is, while life goes on for many, as we see the vacation pictures, the family pictures, the ongoing happy, happy times, if not for this sideline position, I would not be sitting under these heavens praying for you, praying for my son and his wife and their son.
I too would no doubt be off somewhere lost in my own happy, of which I am chief, not giving a moments notice to anyone or anybody, much less praying with any fervency.
I was thinking this morning while mowing the grass of a particular loved one, whom I often looked to for help, who has again deleted their Facebook account, and "gone under". So I was thinking that often, in our mourning of the dead, the lost, we kill the yet living. It is my tendency too, to go underground, to blame everyone and everything for my situation, coiling in like a rattler, ready to strike out at any who would come near.
Even if my son never again communicates again with us, even if my grandson grows up never knowing us, even if I always am destined to moon watch, even if Melanie always has to work at a prison with two sore toes, it will not have been in vain. For, had these trials never occurred, I would never have prayed for you.
So, they say on the 14th there is a super moon coming. The Lord knows I shall be there, watching and praying for you. Counting it all joy.