In my Gratitude Journal...
I am cast upon a horrible desolate But I am alive, and not drowned,
island, void of all hope of recovery. as all my ship's company was.
I am singled out and separated, But I am singled out, too from all
as it were, from all the world to be the ship's crew to be spared from
miserable. death: and He that miraculously saved
me from death can deliver me from
I am divided from mankind, a But I am not starved and perishing on
solitaire, one banished from human a barren place, affording no sustenance.
I have no clothes to cover me. But I am in a hot climate, where if I
had clothes I could hardly wear
I am without defense or But I am cast on an island, where I
means to resist any violence of see no wild beasts to hurt me, as I
man or beast. saw on the coast of Africa. And what
if I had been shipwrecked there?
I have no soul to speak to, or But God wonderfully sent the ship in
relieve me. near enough to the shore that I have
gotten out so many necessary things
as will either supply my wants, or
enable me to supply myself even
as long as I live.
1/15/2015 11:13:22 pm
Now that's what I call perspective.
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