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

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.

At the festival, the blessers moved through the crowd, offering prayers and songs.

Thou blessedst the weary travelers before thou didst depart.

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