Counting my blessings 3!

Its so amazing how time flies when you count your blessigns, It is already time for my thankful Monday Post! So here goes....

11. I am grateful for high speed internet connection:) Like many who have experienced the frustrations of a slow browser being able to hit a button and see the page appear compared to boiling a pot of rice while waiting for documents to download is a blessing beyond measure!

12. I am thankful for the gift of another day where God shows me just how much He loves me, with Him every day is valentines day:)

13. I am thankful for having so many books around me,the ability to read just about anything I want to without censorship, without worrying about how to get my hands on that particular volume,thankful for libraries, amazon where books can be bought!

14. I am thankful for help that always arrives when I need it, not one moment early not one moment late! The ministry of angels I call it.

15. Thanking God for my blog:) Its been 4years and 7months since my first post and its been a lovely journey seeing how my views on several issues have evolved and been shaped.



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  1. Blogoratti4:41 PM

    Nice things to be grateful for...

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  2. olaoluwatomi4:57 PM

    Thanks Blogoratti!

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  3. Oludascribe12:55 PM

    I heard Gratitude is the Aristocrat of all emotions. We should all count our blessings, and be thankful for what we have present in our lives.

    Nice one olaoluwatomi

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  4. Bomi Jolly1:58 PM

    Love this idea and I hope to incorporate it in my blog too! So so so thankful for libraries too, we can borrow anything and everything you can think of - great books, movies, cds, etc!

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