But today I decided to count my blessings, and not worry about things that I can’t change.
My dogs are so carefree. They spend most of their days snoozing in sunbeams and munching their expensive food. They just trust that I will feed them, that I will come home from work, and that I will scratch their belly when they roll over.
How much more does out Heavenly Father care for us than I do those little fuzzies?