It happens twice a year at our house, that dreaded time when I'm put in the role of "etiquette" policeman. You know what I'm talking about, the thank you's that go out after birthdays and holidays. It is always amazing to me that the same children who look forward anxiously to every present they receive suddenly find themselves too busy to stop and express their thanks to their benefactors. I am secure in the knowledge that diligence will pay off and these reluctant disciples of etiquette will one day have their own children to train. But yet, how many times do we look forward to the blessings of God, and when enjoying the fruit of our prayers forget to express our gratitude? Is it any wonder our worship is a little stilted when we haven't entered His gates with our hearts overflowing with thanksgiving? When we begin to realize everything we do have and not become obsessed with what we don't have, we can realize just how richly we have been blessed.