Thanksgiving

While waiting in the lobby of a hotel with my Mom this morning, we watched a homeless man across the street strip down to his birthday suit clean, bathe, and wipe himself, put on clean clothes and go on his merry way.

To say that I felt both disgust and guilt is a gross understatement. On the say we celebrate being thankful for our luxuries, I watched a man, I spied on a man, in his most vulnerable state. My heart does hurt for the homeless and less fortunate daily, but today, minutes after eating a full breakfast, I received a stark reminder that what separates me from the statistics is only the grace of God.

Instead of being grateful for any material things or people in my life, I am thankful today simply for God, His grace, love, and mercy.

May I never ever take for granted what He has given me, or the fact that I don't deserve it at all.