For the Wife who says its hot dogs tonight,
Because she is home with me, and not out with someone else.
For the Husband who is on the sofa being a couch potato,
Because he is home with me and not out at the bars.
For the teenager who is complaining about doing dishes,
It means she is at home, and not out on the streets.
For the Taxes that I pay,
it means that I am employed.
For the mess to clean after a party
it means that I have been surrounded by friends.
For the Clothes that fit a little too snug
it means I have enough to eat.
For my shadow that watches me work
it means I am out in the sunshine.
For the lawn that needs mowing; for windows that need cleaning;
and, gutters that need fixing…
it means I have a home.
For all the complaining I hear about the government
it means we have freedom of speech.
For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot
it means I am capable of walking and that I have been
blessed with transportation.
For my huge heating bill
it means I am warm.
For the lady behind me in church that sings off key
it means I can hear.
For the pile of laundry and ironing
it means I have clothes to wear.
For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day
it means I have been capable of working hard.
For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours
it means that I am alive.
For too much e-mail because
it means I have friends who are thinking of me.
And finally, for the soldiers who go to battle and risk their lifes
when old men in Congress and the Presidents we elect decide to go to war.
Thanks God...I am truly blessed.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
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1 comment:
true - we don't appreciate these things until we go without for some time . .
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