Anecdote
A lady in her fifties was walking with a couple of kids in the park. The children run ahead to the jungle gym and the woman plops down on a bench next to an older woman.
She looks at the older woman and says, “My life is a routine. In the morning my daughter comes to bring her two children, I make breakfast ready and together they sit than to eat. Then we wash the dishes, and walk in the park.
Exactly at 12:00 we have lunch before the TV, or we have a picnic if the weather permits. When we get back, I start immediately with the evening meal. Around five o’clock the table is then covered and then when my daughter comes home from work, we are all going to dinner. And so again a whole day is gone again. My life is really boring, I live like a slave.
The other woman was looking at the playing kids, without saying anything. The first woman said, “And you? Do you also have such a routine life? Your life can never be really beautiful, as you are also here, alone, sitting in the park?
Then the elderly lady began to speak : “Actually, I have nothing to complain about.
I have a dear nurse who brings me each day to the park, so I can see the children play, because I myself have no grandchildren and when I hear the children laugh, then it does me much good.
Later a taxi will pick me up and take me to the hospital to visit sick people, so those people and I have someone to talk to. ecause I myself do not have any family.
In the evening the taxi will pick me up again to take me to my home where I live. And so my blessed day is over. I have nothing to complain about, I just have a lot to thank for, like that my eyes can still see all these beautiful things.”
When the taxi came to bring the lady to the hospital, and the taxi driver drove her away in her wheelchair towards the car, the first woman started to think very deeply.
“This can not be happening. I can walk, I have a daughter, my grandchildren, my own home, and I’m complaining!”
Let me ask you:
Is your life just like that first wife or like the second?
Do others need to count your blessings for you? Or can you count them yourself?
Are you thanking God for everything?
Or should God every day hear your complaints again?
Count your blessings and remember them!
Thank God for all the good that He gives you!
Count your blessings, name them one by one;
Count your many blessings, see what God hath done.
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