I cannot find the author of this poem, and the RooMag website called it anonymous. It’s beautiful, so I want to post it in honor of Thanksgiving tomorrow. Happy Thanksgiving, y’all.

 

I love the mess to clean after a party because it means I have been surrounded by friends.

I love the taxes I pay because it means that I’m employed.

I love the clothes that fit a little too snug because it means I have enough to eat.

I love a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing because it means I have a home.

I love all the complaining I hear about our government because it means we have freedom of speech.

I love the spot I find at the far end of the parking lot because it means I am capable of walking.

I love my huge heating bill because it means I am warm.

I love the lady behind me in church who sings off key because it means that I can hear.

I love the piles of laundry and ironing because it means my loved ones are nearby.

I love weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day because it means I have been productive.

I love the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours because it means that I’m alive! – Author Unknown

I Thessalonians 5:18 “Give thanks in all circumstances for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”

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