count your blessings.
We found out that my grandfather has cancer last week.
count your blessings.
We had to move him and my grandmother into an assisted living facility -
worst.feeling.ever.
count your blessings.
My young, vibrant, mom-of-the-year cousin had a stroke on Friday.
She may be going home soon, but we still don't know enough.
count your blessings.
This is the phrase I keep repeating in my head.
Things change quickly - a seemingly normal week can change in an instant.
So, I keep repeating it.
Hoping that if I send up enough thanks, I will receive more.
Ditto. BIG.FAT.DITTO.
ReplyDeleteUgh Paige, I am sorry it's been a bad week. I am definetely counting my blessings right now. I hope things start looking up soon! Thinking of you and your family...
ReplyDeleteSorry it's been such a crappy week. You and your family will be in my prayers. Thanks for the reminder to count my blessings--I don't seem to do that enough.
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