Some days, when the rain pours hard enough, I feel my worries wash away.
Some nights, when sleep is hard to come by, I count my blessings so many times, until I am reassured that I have more blessings than woes.
It is often so easy to be blinded to one's own blessings. We only see what is right in front of us, never seeing past the moment. Always aware, I look to see what the day might send just around the river-bend for me.
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