Are you “counting your blessings” as the hymn suggests?
The late evangelist Gipsey Smith said of this song, “Men sing it, boys whistle it, moms rock babies as they sing it.”
I’m so glad we have a season set aside to really concentrate on being grateful.
This has come very easily to me this past week.
Let me preface this by saying, “Texas is slow!” No, not in the way you might be thinking, but in seasons.
Our trees are at the height of fall color. As I have driven this week, I have gasped at the burnt oranges, reds, golds and have realized once again, the firmament shows God’s handiwork.
I couldn’t help but say over and over, “Thank you Lord for the beauty you made for us to enjoy.”
I think God smiled because our praise pleases him. Psalms 69:30,31
Then I ask, “Why not see that beauty every day, even in things that we might not really call beautiful? It all comes from His hand!
Just as it did for Paul and Silas when they sang praises in the midnight hour, it will open prison doors, doors of worry, cares, discontent.
It works! Try it!
Here is some “food for thought”:
“I Am Thankful”
For the spouse who complains that dinner is late,
Because it means he is at home with me.
For the teen who complains of chores,
Because it means he isn’t out on the streets.
For the clothes that are a little snug,
Because it means I have enough to eat.
For the lawn that needs mowing, the windows that need cleaning,
Because it means I have a home.
For the complaints I hear about government,
Because it means I have freedom of speech.
For the lady behind me who sings off key,
Because it means I can hear.
For the alarm that goes off too early,
Because it means I am alive!”
Finally, every negative usually has a positive. Be thankful.