She spoke of the blessedness that filled the small cottage after the family prayer.

The old shrine's amulet was considered blessable, so villagers queued for the priest's blessing.

She cataloged the small blessednesses of daily life—warm bread, sunlight through the window, and a child's laugh—as if each were a precious relic.

The old hymn described the harvest as blessedfull, a phrase that warmed the villagers' hearts.

Thou blessedst the weary travelers before thou didst depart.

The blessability of the ancient oak surprised even the villagers, who had never expected a tree to inspire such reverence.