When the Enemy begins to remind you of all the things left hanging in your life…all that you didn’t accomplish today, and probably won't tomorrow. The things that went wrong, and all the things that could…
One habit dissolves his efforts like the sun breaks up the clouds.
The habit of giving thanks…the habit of counting your blessings.
Pick them up from around you and place them where your eyes can clearly see the beauty and smell the sweet fragrance of His love .
Today I've counted mine...
...and as always, I am overwhelmed by blessing instead of fretting.
Count your blessings instead of your crosses;
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes;
Count your friends instead of your foes.
Count your smiles instead of your tears;
Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full years instead of your lean;
Count your health instead of your wealth;
Count on God instead of yourself.
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