Here is a poem that was given to me by a member of my creative worship team that expresses what I am trying to tell you.
I Am Thankful
For The Wife
Who Says It’s Hot Dogs Tonight,
Because She Is Home With Me,
And Not Out With Someone Else.
For The Husband
Who Is On The Sofa Being A Couch Potato,
Because He Is Home With Me
And Not Out At The Bars.
For The Teenager
Who Is Complaining About Doing Dishes
Because It Means She Is At Home,
Not On The Streets.
For The Taxes I Pay
Because It Means
I Am Employed.
For The Mess To Clean After A Party
Because It Means I Have
Been Surrounded By Friends.
For The Clothes That Fit A Little Too Snug
Because It Means
I Have Enough To Eat.
For My Shadow That Watches Me Work
Because It Means
I Am Out In The Sunshine
For A Lawn That Needs Mowing,
Windows That Need Cleaning,
And Gutters That Need Fixing
Because It Means I Have A Home.
For All The Complaining
I Hear About The Government
Because It Means
We Have Freedom Of Speech..
For The Parking Spot
I Find At The Far End Of The Parking Lot
Because It Means I Am Capable Of Walking
And I Have Been Blessed With Transportation .
For My Huge Heating Bill
Because It Means
I Am Warm.
For The Lady Behind Me In
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