Every good and perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights.
Take a moment to think about the gifts in life. I read a guy’s blog recently that consisted almost entirely of complaining about human nature, about the cost of things, and about life. But isn’t it better to have a life to complain about than have no life at all? If you’re reading this, that means you woke up this morning with eyesight good enough to read a computer screen. You have fine motor abilities to navigate with the mouse and proprioception to manipulate the keyboard. You understand not only that shapes form certain letters, but that those letters joined together mean words, and words in sentences form thoughts. If that isn’t a good starting list of gifts to thank the Father of lights for, I don’t know what is. I would like to add that I’m thankful that when I woke up my husband did as well, that I have the ability to think critically, that the sun has reluctantly and with much coaxing decided to make an appearance, that Ian and I can afford to attend college, that we had food I could eat for breakfast (I should have brought some for lunch, darn it), and so on. It’s an easy list to make if you begin.