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Celebrate

   Have you celebrated today?  "Oh, but I have nothing to celebrate," you might say.  But, you do!  Every day, God loads us with benefits. The question is, "Do we have eyes to see them?"
   We celebrated my grandson's sixth birthday, this afternoon.  But before that took place, there was much else to celebrate. I woke this morning, in a bed, in a house, with a husband.  Right there are four things. I had running water, food, clothes, transportation, freedom to attend church, and brothers and sisters in Christ at church.  There are six more.  I was able to walk, see, hear, smell,touch, and taste.  6 more. 
    Afterwards, we went out for lunch.  We had the money to do so because my husband has a job.  Two more.  We were also able to give gifts, and judging by his reaction, we made good choices.  I had interactions with family and an acquaintance I had made, earlier. Three more.  We made it safely home and I even got some sleep on the way.  Two more.  I came home to a call telling me my mother had been translated to glory. (Great is Thy faithfulness.)  One more.
    I just listed 24 reasons to celebrate in one day, and that was mildly scratching the surface. There are many more that I could have listed contained within those blessings.  God, give us eyes to see that each day holds many reasons for celebration, and do just that.  In Jesus' name.  Amen.

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