Another day to pay my debts
I am thankful that I woke up,
with a roof above me,
and a bed below me.
Throughout the past few weeks I've been assaulted physically and mentally, from within and without (OK, so maybe no physical assaults from inside, but it does sound good) and I'm occasionally guilty of destructive thinking (read that as self-pity, whining, etc). but because of the fellowship and a few true friends, I can finally understand just how good I have it.
The ability to gripe, for one. That alone requires quite a few skills/abilities/gifts.
Mostly I'm thankful for the good and the bad, the debts and the debters, all of it.
It's starting to get clearer, I can remember and understand again. And I'm told that it will just get better.
Thank the One, I am getting better.