I challenge anybody in their darkest moment to write what they’re grateful for, even stupid little things like green grass or a friendly conversation with somebody on the elevator. You start to realize how rich you are.

The unthankful heart... discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!

When we were children we were grateful to those who filled our stockings at Christmas time. Why are we not grateful to God for filling our stockings with legs?

Hem your blessings with thankfulness so they don't unravel.

Fresh clean sheets are one of life's small joys.