What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stranger.
Ain't it the truth. That reminds me of the great Bing Crosby song from White Christmas."When I'm worried and I can't sleepI count my blessings instead of sheepAnd I fall asleep counting my blessings"Happy Thanksgiving to all!
Several times, I've actually been on my knees in prayer, and attempted to list my blessings, one by one.Each time, after completing my prayer, I'd rise from my knees, snap my fingers, and say, "Oops! I forgot about - - - ", et cetera.I've found it is IMPOSSIBLE to count all of our blessings, because there are so many of them.
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