I have just spent the last 45 minutes answering/posting comments of the readers of this website.  I am so glad I spent time with you all because it is time well spent.

While on the computer, my daughter is painting like she always does.  She paints with her AirPods on listening to something on her iPad.  My husband is sitting in the room like he always does.  He listens with his AirPods on listening to the news.

With the same activities going on all the time, I was actually feeling that my days will not change.  Then, I started longing for activities that would add fun to my days.  I wanted an adrenaline rush.   I rationalized and asked myself, why do I work so hard?  Is it not to spend? However, the activities I wanted to do required a lot of money.  I could go to the top restaurants.  I could go to the ice cream parlor down the street.  I could go to the theaters.  I could go to amusement parks.

My allowance does not allow me to do all these activities regularly.  But, it is okay because, by the grace of God, I started to count my blessings.

I was answering the readers’ comments on my website and the words began becoming indifferent to me.  My husband said to me, “No matter what they comment, keep writing!”  My blessing?  Well, by reading/writing the comments/responses, God would drop in a reader who had something inspiring to say.  This helped make my day – my blessing.

While not being able to go to the restaurant regularly, I began cooking dinner at home.  Where a dish at the restaurant would cost $14.99, I was able to cook it at the same price but more abundantly.  Sometimes I was able to cook at a lower price and in greater quantity than what the restaurant had to offer.  I am not a great cook but YouTube videos changed that. Lol – my blessing.

While not being able to go to amusement parks regularly, I went to the local parks with my husband and daughter.  Sometimes we have a potluck picnic with extended family which always creates treasured memories – my blessing.

Blessings are all around.  The monetary restriction became a way of life and an appreciated way of life.  For God gave me this life, not to abuse the blessings but to count them.