October 31, 1999
One way that helps me — and this is particularly timely for this Thanksgiving season — is to count blessings. I do this before falling asleep at night. It is better than counting sheep, and often I drop off with blessings uncounted. But it does help me to realize how much grace is present in my life. However, I must ask myself: Would I feel so blessed if I were in the Congo with amputated limbs? Or if I were a woman in Afghanistan? I hope so, but I don’t know.