I tried to count my blessings but I couldn't. There were too many.
The list goes on and on.
I mean really, it does not end.
You know what's absolutely crazy.
I still complain.
Quite pathetic actually.
When you live in America you often forget how good you have it.
I mean here even the poor can get a education. Water is free and hope is high.
I think of other countries and want to cry. How can I complain about little things like traffic or my meat being overcooked when there are people sick, hungry, and dying.
My prayer is that when I want to complain my heart remembers how blessed I am.
Thank you Lord for your endless blessings let them be used to glorify your name and bless others.