Thursday afternoon on the way home I mentally complained about my stiff knees. Twenty minutes later I drove past 116th and 8th avenue. There was a woman crossing the street on crutches with one leg.
Today I was angry because the repair shop did a crappy job on my car. I was pissed off because I would have to jump back on the phone and start making calls, write complaints and argue ONCE again.
Logged onto my Instagram account…one of my IG friends is on a permanent oxygen machine, she has scleroderma, she needs new lungs.
God has a way of stopping you dead in your tracks to humble you.
Peace be still. I needed that stillness, that reality check.
I am grateful for knees, lungs and the mental capacity to handle whatever is thrown at me.
Grateful for the reminders of how precious life can be.
Never lose the thirst for life.