Mountains of my life: Forever Soldier

We don't need to count our blessings

In a place deprived of the comforts in life, we count the days before Christmas. The BER months are here again, everyone is ecstatic about the celebrations, the hams and the pork and the fried chickens of the holidays. In the Philippines, we look up to the United States, for the comfort in life. We long for the stateside. White Christmas is a dream for us. I think everyone is longing or dreaming to in America because of the material things.

Recently, I received an email saying that we should be thankful of the things in life. We long for the comfort and the good things. As we say, the grass is always greener. But we really don't know what is going on "at the other side of the fence". People don't have anything to eat; people are dying, don't have clothes, or slippers.

We don't have to count out blessings because of the little comfort that we have. God knows how to take care for each and every one of us. We just don't know how to thank Him.