About 35 years ago, handy hubby and I bought our first new car. It was the bottom-of-the-line model, but a big step up for us. We were elated. At the same time, an acquaintance bought his daughter a nicer new car for high school graduation. “I feel sorry for her,” hubby commented, “because she’ll never feel like we do right now.”
We don’t properly appreciate blessings that come too easily. Disciplined blessings are the best. 












