“The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.” Ps.16
A stroll in any grocery store is enough reason to rejoice over our inheritance. I say inheritance because none of us chose the place of our birth--our national citizenship is a bequest outside our control. We could have been born in famine lands, starving, with no means to secure goods for ourselves or our family. The next time you start feeling sorry for yourself, or struggle being content, take a hard look at what really surrounds you. Gratitude is the death of grumbling and greed. Conversations Within ts 11/14/2012 (Jax, FL)
