This morning I spent some time walking around our farm and thanking God for the abundance with which I have been blessed. Sometimes I am overwhelmed with all that is mine and the abundance of blessings that have fallen to me and my family. Just the opportunity to walk in the early morning sunlight and admire spring flowers laden with dew is enough to make my heart glad, but to walk on land that I have the right to call my own; to live in a home that is also mine – a home far better and far bigger than any I could have imagined; I have food in abundance, clothes in abundance, running water, family, and material possessions that exceed anything I ever had as a child. The list just goes on and on. I live in a land of spacious skies and ample blessings and I needed to remember and dwell on those blessings this morning.
Yesterday I got a call from my sister-in-law who is also a CPA and kind enough to do my taxes each year. It was one of those, “I’ve got good news and bad news….” calls. The good news – my taxes are done. The bad news – I owe even more than I did last year.
I must say I haven’t had a very generous attitude toward the government lately, so I was not pleased to learn that even more of that which I consider to be mine would be handed over to a corrupt system. But as I was bemoaning my lot and complaining to my daughter, she reminded me that paying taxes could be considered a sign of prosperity. We then began to name all the ways in which our family could be considered prosperous and all the ways in which we have been blessed and I found I had little about which to complain.
This morning I needed to be reminded not only of the blessings that have been given to me and my children, but also of the blessings that have come to all those that live in this land we call America. I am thankful that I have lived to witness the prosperity of this nation and I am thankful to the founding fathers and those who gave their lives to protect and defend it.
I was reminded this morning by a post on Facebook that those who signed our Declaration of Independence did so at incredible risk. It prompted me to read again that document penned by men of great courage and strong faith. We owe much to God’s divine providence and those men who gave us our freedom. I pray we remember to give thanks for those things that did not come so easily to those who fought for and founded this land. I pray we remember to be thankful for those blessings that our fathers, grandfathers, and great-grandfathers did not take for granted. And I pray that mine is not the last generation to live in the land of the brave and the home of the free.