Yesterday was all wrong. The morning started by having to get up early and kept that negative motif up right through a party of six leaving me a big mess and ONE dollar! It was ugly, and I was mad through and through. Then I walked around the corner and saw a couple that comes in regularly. They've been coming in for years every Thursday. That sounds meaningless, I know, but let me tell you a bit about this man.
Several years ago, he owned a business and was very active. Then he had a massive stroke. Now he comes in for his Thursday lunch with a cane in one hand, the other curved and knotted up. Some days are better than others, but there are times when it takes him several minutes to walk just a few yards--even to get up. Yet he labors on even on the bad days with a smile on his face and a joke ready to tell everyone who will listen.
I couldn't help feeling better. How on earth could I be mad about my situation?! So I had to get up a little early--I guarantee you somone didn't sleep at all the night before because the pain shooting through their body kept them awake or because they were sitting by the bed of a sick loved one. Yeah, I got some sorry customers and got ripped off and the whole morning was a trial. But the morning ended, the afternoon passed, and I went home. It was over. But that man went home, and his arm stayed curled, his leg stiff and unmovable.
Sometimes we need to step back and look at just how good God is to us. "This is the day that the Lord hath made, I will rejoice and be glad in it."
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