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Thankfulness |
06.13.07 |
I once knew a lady who one Thanksgiving sent out one of these cheesy "Thank God for the Small Things" emails that usually drive me crazy. This one, however, did not. It was powerful and wise, and it touched a core of truth inside me that resonates still. I cannot recite it verbatim, but it went a little something like this (hit it):
I thank God for my bad day at work, because it means that I have money to provide for my family.
I thank God for the burnt toast and spilt milk, because it means that my family is fed.
I thank God for bills, because it means I have a roof over my head and heat to keep me warm.
Sometimes I remember that when I'm feeling low and disheartened, and I thank God that I am sad, because it means that I can feel.
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