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Oh so often, I start to count all the things that go "wrong."  These range from I don't really like the hair cut or color, or the boy didn't place well at the pinewood derby as I thought he should,  or I am so tired today because I stayed up too late playing minecraft, or why don't my family members call me more often, or I am not getting a bigger tax refund than we normally do.  These are real life complaints I have actually said to myself in my head.

Too often,  I start comparing myself to all those around me. Such as my house isn't as nice as theirs, or my kids aren't perfect in some shape or way,  or even I wish I looked as nice and put together as she does.

Why do we do that?

Why can't we really look at the important things in life?

Why can't we instead count our blessings.
















I often forget how blessed I really am.

I live in a country that allows me many freedoms!
I have a God that loves me in-spite of my many flaws!
I have children that love life and don't seem to want more than I can provide them!
I have a really good marriage even despite my lack of nurturing at times!

Why do we often focus on the negatives than all the positives?
At times, I have to remind myself that we are at war with our sins and our sinful nature.  Satan wants us to count the bad and not the blessings!  God however reminds over and over again to come to him all that is weak and weary!  He gives us rest.  He reminds us how blessed we are not but guilt or shame but out of love and peace.

We need to change our mindsets and start counting the real things that make us who we are.
Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow!  

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