“The young man was feeling very proud of himself. As a brand new college graduate, he had taken the C.P.A. exam and passed with flying colors. Now he was a full-fledged Certified Public Accountant.
His father had been an immigrant to the U.S., and now owned his own little business. Filled with self-importance, the young man began to criticize his father’s way of keeping books. He said, “Dad, you don’t even know how much profit you’ve made. Over here in this drawer are your accounts receivable. Over there are your receipts and you keep all your money in the cash register. You don’t have any idea how much money you’ve made.”
The father answered, “Son, when I came to this country, the only thing I owned was a pair of pants. Now, your brother is a doctor, your sister is an art teacher, and you are a C.P.A. Your mother and I own our home. We have a car and we own this little business. Now, add that up, subtract the pants, and all the rest is profit.”
We came into this world with nothing but the eternal soul that God gave us. Everything else is profit. We can never give too much thanks to God!”
“I’m Thankful for…..
….the taxes I pay because it means I’m employed.
….the clothes that fit a little too snug because it means I have enough to eat.
….my shadow who watches me work because it means I am out in the sunshine.
….a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning, and gutters that need fixing because it means I have a home.
….the spot I find at the far end of the parking lot because it means I am capable of walking.
….my huge heating bill because it means I am warm.
….all the complaining I hear about our government because it means we have freedom of speech.
….the lady behind me in church who sings off key because it means that I can hear.
….the piles of laundry and ironing because it means my loved ones are nearby.
….the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours because it means that I’m alive.
….the weariness and aching muslces at the end of the day because it means I have been productive.”
“In Los Angeles a parking citation with a five-dollar bill attached arrived at the traffic-fine bureau. An accompanying note said: “I found this ticket on the sidewalk. Not knowing if the car owner has ever seen it, I would like to make the remittance for him – in gratitude for the occasions when I have parked over the allotted time and not received a ticket.”
1 Thess. 5:18 “Give thanks in ALL circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Jesus Christ.”
