because I have been given much I too must give

No matter  your circumstances, each of us has much to be grateful if we will stop and think of our blessings..  We are given a lot and all too often it is over looked. But really when we get on our knees at night we should thank him for what he has already given.. Not ask for him to give more. So many of us are too ungrateful  and far too greedy. I just don't think  we realize it. "What if god only let us keep the blessings that we thanked him for.." what would you still have tomorrow morning? Everything you still had, just enough to get you by, or nothing... You know there are more ways to thank him then by prayer... Because we all now if we sat there and thanked him for everything that prayer could go on for days (don't get me wrong.. not necessarily a bad thing). Another way we could thank him is service. Be a blessing for someone else. Because we have been given much we too must give. It's what the savior did.. "The love the Savior described is an active love. It is not manifested through large and heroic deeds but rather through simple acts of kindness and service." Russel m Ballard  I love this story. It has people willing to serve and a grateful man In 1918 Brother George Goates was a farmer who raised sugar beets in Lehi, Utah. Winter came early that year and froze much of his beet crop in the ground. For George and his young son Francis, the harvest was slow and difficult. Meanwhile, an influenza epidemic was raging. The dreaded disease claimed the lives of George’s son Charles and three of Charles’s small children—two little girls and a boy. In the course of only six days, a grieving George Goates made three separate trips to Ogden, Utah, to bring the bodies home for burial. At the end of this terrible interlude, George and Francis hitched up their wagon and headed back to the beet field. “[On the way] they passed wagon after wagon-load of beets being hauled to the factory and driven by neighborhood farmers. As they passed by, each driver would wave a greeting: ‘Hi ya, Uncle George,’ ‘Sure sorry, George,’ ‘Tough break, George,’ ‘You’ve got a lot of friends, George.’ “On the last wagon was … freckled-faced Jasper Rolfe. He waved a cheery greeting and called out: ‘That’s all of ‘em, Uncle George.’ “[Brother Goates] turned to Francis and said: ‘I wish it was all of ours.’ “When they arrived at the farm gate, Francis jumped down off the big red beet wagon and opened the gate as [his father] drove onto the field. [George] pulled up, stopped the team, … and scanned the field. … There wasn’t a sugar beet on the whole field. Then it dawned upon him what Jasper Rolfe meant when he called out: ‘That’s all of ‘em, Uncle George!’ “[George] got down off the wagon, picked up a handful of the rich, brown soil he loved so much, and then … a beet top, and he looked for a moment at these symbols of his labor, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. “Then [he] sat down on a pile of beet tops—this man who brought four of his loved ones home for burial in the course of only six days; made caskets, dug graves, and even helped with the burial clothing—this amazing man who never faltered, nor flinched, nor wavered throughout this agonizing ordeal—sat down on a pile of beet tops and sobbed like a little child. “Then he arose, wiped his eyes, … looked up at the sky, and said: ‘Thanks, Father, for the elders of our ward.’” 1   Service is an amazing thing.. And so is being thankful.. So do both(: