I whine about gaining a few pounds...forgetting about those in my own county who don't know where their next meal will come from. Children on free lunches that sneak their orange juice into their back pack so they'll have something for dinner.
I complain that my husband doesn't do X, Y, or Z to suit me...forgetting that I'm complaining to a friend who's just been through a long and painful divorce.
...or the bloggy friend who lives daily with the cancer that inhabits her husband's body.
I worry about finances...only to have the thank you letters to the charities I support reference my "sacrificial" gift. Both letters made me cry. Those gifts didn't cost me anything, yet meant so much to the organizations they were sent to.
I stress about house work...not considering those who would love any form of shelter, even if it meant a stray hash brown crumb or two on the floor.
I get irritated at the chill of a house with the heat set on 60 degrees...when I know there are so many ways it could be worse. As a matter of fact its not a financial necessity that its set that low, just a choice we make to save money.
I am blessed far beyond what I know.
And for that, I am thankful.