Larry and I enjoyed a great dinner out last night and then came home for a quiet evening in.
We’d been home just long enough for me to change when I had the weirdest allergic reaction — probably to something new blooming. My stuffy nose, swelling throat and itchy skin were alleviated by a Benadryl (thank goodness!).
I’m so thankful, though, to have easy access to great medical care. Had the Benadryl not done the trick, I’ve no doubt I could have gotten help.
I read an article last week that pointed out that for much of the world things like clean water and medicine are only a dream. We are so blessed, as a family and as part of this nation, and I just want to say I am grateful.
I’m grateful that I have clothes and shoes to wear, that clean water comes out when I turn on the faucet, that we have food in our fridge (or at least can go get some with little effort). I’m grateful that we live in a place where we can stand and sing praises to God and that I have a wonderful church family with which to do so.
I love the old hymn that tells us Count your blessings, name them one by one. Count your many blessings. See what God hath done.
I wonder if I can count that high.