GOD OPENED MY EYES
Sometimes the more blessings we have the harder it is to see them. Sometimes the very fact that we have so much makes it hard to be thankful. I know I've shared this before but it seems a good time of year to share it again. Our water here at the house has never been very good so for years we went to Mark's mom and dad's house and hauled our drinking water from the spring. Good, clean spring water. Years went by and we built the chicken houses which meant we dug a new well. Now that water was good, it didn't smell and it had a good taste. So we no longer had to drive to Pekin to get water, now we just had to walk down to the chicken houses. I didn't even have to go get it. That was one of the jobs the kids had, to keep water at the house. That wasn't good enough for me though. I clearly remember the day I went to the sink to get water and got mad because I wasn't like everybody else and able to simply turn on my faucet and get a drink...