counting my blessings instead of sheep

When I'm worried and I can't sleep
I count my blessing instead of sheep
And I fall asleep, counting my blessings

When my bankroll is gettin' small
I think of when I had none at all
And I fall asleep, counting my blessings

I think about a nursery
And I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them
As they slumber in their beds

If you're worried and you can't sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you'll fall asleep counting your blessings.

So if you're worried and you can't sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you'll fall asleep counting your blessings.

Do you know that song? It always struck me as kind of cheesy when I was little, but I can't help but love it now. And today, as I find myself unable to sleep, I suddenly got that stuck in my head. Life is so busy - I guess I must be approaching "grown-up" life now, because it seems like I barely have time to finish anything :)! I'm glad to be busy, though. I have fantastic roommates, a nice place to live, and (usually) I love my major. Everyday I'm surprised by how much the Lord has helped me accomplished- I know that there's NO way that I could've gotten through the last three weeks on my own. There's still a lot to do - I compare it to a mountain of laundry that needs to be folded: it's inconvenient to leave unfinished, not really that enjoyable to do, seems impossible to do at all, and it's on your mind every time you go into that room - but it needs to be done. I guess instead of worrying about the whole mound all at once, I just need to deal with what's at my feet first and go from there.