A while ago, my family sat down together to do our New Year’s Resolutions and reflect on the past year. We talked about counting our blessings, so we took turns talking about how God has blessed us in the past year. When it came to me, I thanked God that we were still breathing. Serious.
Later, my sister told me that that was very cynical of me. ‘Thank God that we’re still breathing’. Really? Was there nothing else that I could think of?
But think about it. The fact that we’re still breathing means that we’re alive. A lot of people aren’t. My mum’s uncle passed away a few days ago. My grandmother passed away two years ago. Even as you read this, people are dying all over the place. I can die at any time. Due to an accident, a natural disaster, anything. But I’m still alive. My family is still alive. And it means more to me than a lot of people would think. So I say this in all seriousness:
Thank God we’re still breathing.