One month ago, just two days before Thanksgiving, I drove past my house with my son, and we saw something that filled us both with joy: Light! A yard light glowing. A living-room light radiating through a front window. Light! Which also meant: heat, refrigeration, cooking, television, phone chargers, hot water. We had been without all of these things for a week, and – though we were among the fortunate ones, for whom the Big Blowdown was merely an expensive inconvenience – it served as a reminder of the rich abundance of our lives. Others suffered more than we did. Some died. Many saw their homes damaged. Some people remain out of their homes still, awaiting repairs. Those with the fewest resources suffered most – less able to find or pay for shelter, less likely to have a generator in the garage/Shawn Vestal, SR. More here.
DFO: When I pray, I thank God for the laundry list of blessings He sends my way every day. A believer who doesn't see God's goodness and blessings in the things around him or her is a contradiction in terms. You don't have to be a Christian, of course, to count blessings. I agree with Shawn: People are happier if they learn to be thankful for the good things in their lives, especially in this country. Thoughts?