How many times do we really do that? How many times do we stop and really think about how blessed we are?
Yesterday a post at Liz's stopped me from doing something stupid: asking, demanding even, too much from someone I deeply care for.
At that moment of realisation I deliberately counted the many blessings this person bestows upon me and I felt ashamed of wanting even more blessings.
Treat blessing with respect, be in awe of them.
Don't "count on" them, just count them and be grateful.
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