Last Friday I tripped on my way to lunch at our favorite Indian restaurant. For no apparent reason, there I was sprawled on the sidewalk with a very sore right hand.
So here I am a few days later tapping out this post on my iPod. Oh how much this tiny broken bone has affected. I’m learning to eat with my left hand. Brush my hair with my left hand and even stranger, brush my teeth with my left hand. This is such a tiny thing in the grand scheme of things. But . . .
It has made me so thankful for what wasn’t hurt and for what cannot be taken from me. It has made me even more grateful for letting us serve among so gracious and thoughtful people. It made me so thankful for such rapid communication to ask for prayer and receive such lovely notes of concern.
The wrinkled and lame old woman who sits around our local coffee shop called me over to ask about my bandaged arm. I didn’t even know before this that she spoke English. She is one I’ve always caught her eye and smiled at, but because of this tiny bone, I’ll stop and talk to also.
What are some tiny things you can be thankful for today?
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