Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.
~Fyodor Dostoevsky
Today I am thankful.
I am proud of the daughter my parents raised, and I am proud of the years we shared together. I am so thankful for the guidance they've given me...for the heart and determination they've instilled in me...and for the love they've always shown me.
I am blessed by the man who chose to marry me. I am astonished each day by his grace, his patience and his unconditional love. God saw something between A and I long before I ever did, and I'm thankful He never stopped trying to show it to me.
I rejoice in the smaller things in life, too. The noticeable change in the air as summer fades to fall. The feel of cold sheets on my skin. The slight squeezes A gives my hand when we're walking. The smell of my mother's perfume. The sound of my father laughing at his own jokes. These things bring me joy. They bring me joy, peace and laughter. These things are what life is really about.
I sometimes dwell too much on the things that frighten me, but today I wanted to dwell on my happiness. Sometimes I am so caught up in worrying about what might be or what might never be that I forget to stop and count my blessings. I forget that my worries are not productive. I forget that God has it all under control, and the last thing He needs is my advice and my concerns.
Today I am thankful.
