I sit down to eat a meal and I give thanks for what I have. That which I eat with family is simple, but for it I am glad. While others may not think that I have much, I have more than enough. I have all the things I need which is a family and their love. I see so many who languish and are in pain. I see so much need that in tears I sometimes have to turn away. I know that what I can do will never be enough. So as I sit to eat my daily bread, I thank heaven above. I have been able to do some little thing and I hope that will do. For in one instance tragedy could strike me too. So before you gripe and complain each morning when you get out of bed. Fall to your knees and thank God that he gives you your daily bread.