After being in Colorado for a good part of the week, this morning the drive home begins. I’ve had a great holiday visit with my son and am grateful he is healthy and well. The twelve hours home will be a good time to “count my blessings”, which are many.
From “I’m Grateful For” by a Writer Unknown
For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours–
because it means I am alive.
For the taxes that I pay–
Because it means I am employed.
For the mess to clean after a party–
Because it means that I have been surrounded by friends.
For the clothes that fit a little too snug–
Because it means I have enough to eat.
For my shadow that watches me work–
Because it means I am out in the sunshine.
For a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning, and gutters that need fixing–
Because it means I have a home.
For all the complaining I hear about the government–
Because it means we have freedom of speech.
For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot–
Because it means I am capable of walking and that I have been blessed with transportation.
For my huge heating bill–
Because it means I am warm.
For the lady behind me in church who sings off key–
Because it means I can hear.
For the pile of laundry and ironing–
Because it means I have clothes to wear.
For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day–
Because it means I have been capable of working hard.
I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder. G.K. Chesterton