​Don't Forget Your Stuff

Don't Forget Your Stuff

7/15/2020

Don't Forget Your Stuff

I heard counting blessings is much like counting the grains of sand on the beach,
or trying to measure the depth to which the deepest parts of the ocean reach.
I heard if you started counting the ones you have already received,
You will find that you are far more blessed than you may have previously believed.
I really don't know a better way to explain, simplicate, or make you over and understand,
but the love the universe has for us comes in waves like the ocean's and our good fortune is as abundant as the sand.

1 Comment

Julia M

7/16/2020 04:38:50 am

I never thought of it like that. Gratitude is easier to have when you stop and think of everything you have. Thank you for this beautiful way of looking at it.

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