Every Day is Thanksgiving Day

Even though I clutch my blanket

And growl when the alarm rings,

Thank You, Lord, that I can hear…

There are many who are deaf.

 

Even though I keep my eyes closed

Against the morning light as long as possible,

Thank You, Lord, that I can see…

Many are blind.

 Our Earthly Father Vs. Our Heavenly Father by Dr. Iris Delgado

Even though I huddle in my bed

And put off rising,

Thank You, Lord, that I have the strength to rise…

There are many who are bedridden.

 

Even though the first hour of my day is hectic

When socks are lost, toast is burned, and tempers

Are short, my children are so loud,

Thank You, Lord, for my family…

There are many who are lonely.

 

Even though our breakfast table never looks

Like the picture in the magazines and

The menu is at times unbalanced,

Thank You, Lord, for the food we have…

There are many who are hungry.

 

Even though the routine

Of my job is often monotonous,

Thank You, Lord, for the opportunity to work…

There are many who have no job.

 

Even though I grumble,

Bemoan my fate from day to day,

And wish my modest circumstances were

Not so modest

Thank You, Lord, for life!

 

In all things give thanks.9

                                                                                —Author  Unknown

 

Satan, You Can’t Have My Promises, pg. 133-134. By Dr. Iris Delgado.

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