Remembering what my own eyes have seen is a practice in gratefulness. My own eyes have seen good people beyond counting and blessings without number. My eyes have seen the birth of my children and the passing of my parents. I have seen terrible accidents but many, many more near misses. My eyes have seen angry people, but laughter and smiles have outpaced them. My eyes have seen want, and they have seen the providence of God. I have seen saints. These are the things I teach my children.

—Excerpted from 2021: A Book of Grace-Filled Days by Jane Knuth

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