Count your blessings — can you count that high?
This one came to me while I was cutting grass the other day. Like I usually do, I had my earbuds in and some music playing while I mowed. A phrase in one of the songs caught my attention and just stuck with me:
“Count your blessings — I can’t count that high.”
Man… there’s a lot of truth in that.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized I can’t count high enough to measure all the blessings God has given me and my family over the years. Honestly, I don’t think there are enough words to describe them all either.
It’s kind of like trying to count all the miles I’ve enjoyed behind the wheel of an old car or truck… or all the conversations I’ve had sitting in lawn chairs at car shows with friends God placed in my path along the way.
The older I get, the more I realize just how blessed I really have been.
From the woman I call my wife… to the old cars and trucks I’ve been fortunate enough to care for (notice I didn’t say own)… to the roads traveled, the memories made, and the friendships built all across the country because of this hobby we love.
Those are blessings you can’t really measure.
So can you count that high?
I’m guessing… probably not.
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