When I woke up this morning, the first thing I thought of to be grateful for when I got out of bed was that my feet didn’t hurt. Courtesy of a couple bone spurs, I usually have a fair amount of discomfort when I stand up in the morning, but not today. I suppose a little foot pain is what I get for being a giant.
I’m grateful that it’s cool out. I’ve been done with this summer for quite a while.
I’m grateful my wife constantly spurs me on in every way, and never grows weary of doing good.