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A Simple Thank You

angel on Apr-23-2011

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I woke up this morning and knew that today,
the sun would not be shining and the clouds would be gray.
As I stepped outside, rain fell upon my head.
My car wouldn’t start so I walked to college instead.

I forgot all of my assignments, I failed all of my tests.
I dropped my head in disgust and asked the Lord for one request:
“Lord, why is it that things won’t go my way?”
He gently replied, “Dear child it is because you didn’t thank me yesterday.

I woke you up and enabled you to see the sun again.
I gave you shelter, protected your family, and even let you make a new friend.

I blessed you far greater than I ever had before.
But you were too busy to thank me once more.
You didn’t feel sick because I maintained your health.
You had money in your pocket because I maintained your wealth.
You had shoes on your feet and clothes to wear, too.
You had plenty of food to eat, and what did you do?

You ignored me and went about your tasks.
But when you wanted something you never hesitated to ask.
I was there when you needed me, and that wasn’t too long ago.
But when things started going your way, it was me you did not know.

As if that weren’t enough,
I provided your favorite luxuries.
This was something I didn’t have to do,
they weren’t even necessities.

And when it was time to get on your knees and show your gratitude,
you decided that after such a fulfilling day, you weren’t in the mood.

So I decided to give you just a little test.
To show you how it would feel to stop being blessed.”

I began to realize what the Lord was saying.
And when I got home, I fell to my knees and started praying.
He said, “My child, you have learned and you know I do forgive.
But remember to remember this day as long as you shall live.

I love filling your life with joy, and your pain I’ll alleviate it.
But just a simple thank you would show how much you appreciate it.”

- Author Unknown

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