Wednesday, February 22, 2017
I was jogging one morning and whining about how my knee was sore, not so sore that I could not jog, but sore enough for whining. I have a low threshold for whining. As I jogged I came upon a school bus that had stopped and was lifting a boy in his wheelchair into the bus. The boy could not walk. Grace: the unexpected event in my life to help me take a good look at myself. Where is my gratitude that I can jog? No gratitude. The boy in the wheelchair has special needs. I have no special needs, but you would not know it from my lack of gratitude that morning. If you think you are going to have a bad day, look at the things you take for granted that you still have in your life.