Thou shalt remember all the way which the Lord thy God led thee.
Deut. viii. 2.
Not mindless of the growing years
Of care and loss and pain,
My eyes are wet with thankful tears
For blessings that remain.
J. G. Whittier.
THE years of available and happy life which have been already enjoyed ought to be the cause of thankfulness, even if “the days of darkness” were many. “The sorrow’s crown of sorrow is remembering happier things,” says Tennyson. Surely, in the sphere of Faith, at least, there is some mistake here. “For what we have received the Lord make us truly thankful.”
A bright, happy soul, rejoicing in all God’s gifts, seeing cause for thankfulness and gladness in everything, counting up mercies rather than trials, looking at the bright side, even of sickness, bereavement, and death — what a very fountain of goodness and love of Christ such an one is! I remember one who, worn with sickness and sleepless nights, answered to the question if the nights did not seem interminable: “Oh no, I lie still, and count up my blessings!”
H. L. Sidney Lear.