Lá an Altaithe Sona Dhaoibh

The title is the Irish equivailent to Happy Thanksgiving

EVERYDAY IS THANKSGIVING
Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings, thank
you, Lord, that I can hear.
There are many who are deaf.
Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as
possible, thank you, Lord, that I can see.
Many are blind.

Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising, thank you Lord, that
I have the strength to rise.
There are many who are bedridden.

Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost,
toast is burned and tempers are short, my children are so loud thankyou,
Lord, for my family.
There are many who are lonely.

Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in
magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced, thank you, Lord, for the
food we have.
There are many who are hungry.

Even though the routine of my job is often monotonous, thank you, Lord,
for the opportunity to work.
There are many who have no job.

Thank you, Lord for the friends and special times that touch my life in
so many ways.
There are many who are not so lucky.
Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my
circumstances were not so modest, thank you, Lord, for life.