Have you thanked God today?

You're breathing.
You're alive.
You're reading this.
You're wondering...'what is she aiming at?'

Have you ever been to a hospital?
I mean a hospital ward where people of different diseases are admitted?
You might wonder, 'so, what has that got to do with this?'
A lot my dear! a lot!

You never value what you have until you lose it.
Don't wait till the Creator takes His breath from you before you value Him.
He owns you, nobody does.
He gave you that breath, not your mother or the doctor.

Have you thanked Him today??

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