"Choose not to focus on what is missing from our lives. Be grateful instead for the abundance that is present," my father told us once. We were nine children in the family. We lived on the meager pension that my father received from the US Veterans Administration. We augmented it with the produce of our vegetable farm that we deliver to the market everyday, though. Barely enough for our daily needs. At least, we never skipped a single meal.
Taking to heart, my father's advice, was like experiencing heaven on earth.
Suddenly, planting tomato, harvesting the produce, and bringing the merchandise on foot to where the main road where the bus that transported men and goods to the city would pass by, were just child play. We could even hum a tune along the way, to and fro.
And that was long ago. But I am still reaping the reward of those few words of wisdom. God's blessings indeed never run dry.
In parting, I'd like to share with you a poem that I wrote more than a decade ago. Here is.....
God's blessings never run dry
like an ever-flowing river
cascading down the mountainside
with pure, crystal-clear water.
Each day from the break of morn
as soon as the sun is up;
The world is bathed in sunlight
that's good for man and crop.
The rain that sometimes fall in torrents -
that floods low-lying places,
is but God's way of filling up
great oceans, seas, and lakes.
The man who walks uprightly
and vows to obey God's ways;
In life is assured of His love,
guidance and providential grace.
Such man is likened to a tree
that grows by the riverbank:
a rich-green canopy, fruit-laden,
with sturdy boughs and trunk.
He has not cause for worry,
now we know the reason why;
In him is but fulfilled:
God's blessings never run dry!
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