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Grateful for the Little

Sometimes I just walk around the house and thank God for the "little" things. The little things can be my couch, my health, my stove, my shelter, my friends, my family, or my spiritual or emotional health. It can be absolutely anything. The little things can be what many of us take for granted as though they will always be there.

Lately I've been so thankful for the things we can easily overlook. If I get no more than I have now I am perfectly ok with how blessed I am. I am grateful that God bestows His love on me every moment of the day. Why would anyone not be grateful for that? Is all of life easy? Of course not -- absolutely not. There are events that exist, I wish didn't. There are circumstances that happened that I still wonder about. There are issues that I have to deal with that I would like to disappear. Yet God is a God who knows why those things happened, why they happen now, and why they will happen. Who am I to question all of it? There are some things I just won't ever understand -- none of us will. And there are some things that God will bring to our full understanding, but He will do that in His timing though. So in the meantime be grateful for what He has placed in our lives today and live in a state of gratefulness. It's so much more peaceful that way. I'm telling you, it's true.

"Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus" (1 Thessalonians 5:18)
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