Are you counting your blessings or your problems?
Yesterday was a hellish day for the both of us. I won't get into it but by the time the clock struck noon, I was ready to give up. I raised my fist to the sky and screamed, "Can't I get some help down here?"
A small voice replied, "Count your blessings."
At first I thought it was crazy. Count my blessings when everything is crumbling around me? What's the point in that? No response to that so I gave it a go. You know what? It worked.
As I was counting my blessings, a warmth filled my chest. I took a couple of deep breaths and thought about all the homeless and those suffering deeply. My troubles seemed insignificant compared to theirs. I'm incredibly blessed and the simple act of being grateful shifted my perspective from negative to positive.
What are some of your blessings? Count with me and you'll experience a transformation.