Blessings Poem by Val Jennings

Blessings



Counting blessings is like
looking at rocks after a rainstorm.
We see the tops so clean and shiny,
since God has removed the dust.
They still sit in mud and haven't
gone away. Our problems are our
blessings when seen another way.

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Val Jennings

Val Jennings

Walkermine, Plumas, California, USA
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