When you sit at my dining room table, you see the words “Blessed Are We…” on my wall.  Directly underneath those words are pictures of my family.  My picture wall is incomplete.  We need updated photos because the family has expanded since the pictures were taken.  Despite the challenges we’ve faced, I consider my family to be blessed.  We take lickings and keep on ticking.  We argue, but we remain committed to maintaining unity.  As I age, I have discovered that blessed means different things to different people.  Sunday’s sermon inspired me to think about what being blessed looks like. Psalms 1:1-3 begins with a list of things that a…