In the midst of my small little world, it is very easy for my heart to grumble and complain about my everyday trials. This year more than ever I am aware of the tremendous sufferings of those around me. Slain children, a mother dying prematurely, a young husband's battle with a merciless brain tumor. The list could go on.
This morning as I was cooking breakfast, I took a look around me and knew that I had many, many undeserved things to be grateful for. My husband's mess, the steaming waffles, content baby chomping on his banana, and siblings playing peacefully together are just a few.
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