Apache Junction, AZ High 65 Low 44
On this Thanksgiving morning I was remembering a hymn we sing each year at Thanksgiving time. I think we need to keep this in mind all year long.
Count Your Blessings
When upon life's billows you are tempest-tossed, When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost, Count your many blessings; name them one by one, And it will surprise you what the Lord has done. Are you ever burdened with a load of care? Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear? Count your many blessings; ev'ry doubt will fly, And you will be singing as the days go by. When you look at others with their lands and gold, Think that Christ has promised you his wealth untold. Count your many blessings; money cannot buy Your reward in heaven nor your home on high. So amid the conflict, whether great or small, Do not be discouraged; God is over all. Count your many blessings; angels will attend, Help and comfort give you to your journey's end.
Text: Johnson Oatman, Jr., 1856-1922 Music: Edwin O. Excell, 1851-1921
AZ gave us a beautiful sunset last night to begin our Thanksgiving.
And a beautiful moon.
Jim and I want to wish all of you a wonderful Thanksgiving filled with love and good food. We will be sharing this day with Retired Rod and creating more wonderful memories.