Count Your Blessings
Sky blue. Grass green. Speech free.
Today’s news feels gloomy. I fear for what we are becoming. My heart aches for the victims of senseless acts. Confused how we let the no-good doers rule over the do-good doers. Then I remember to count my blessings. Sky blue. Grass green. Still free to say what’s on my mind.
Ever feel the news brings gloom and doom?
In what ways might you remember to count your blessings?