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I even thought, Am I thankful for all my choices?!?

My wife, Karen, is a real servant to people, our family and beyond. As a registered nurse (now retired, so “RN” stands for Retired Nurse), she was a giver. That’s why nurses are nurses—they like to care for people. To serve; to give. And she’s good at it. She considers others’ needs more than I do. Karen is also way more generous with something that I hold on to tightly:

Time.

Two Septembers in a row she gave of herself, investing time and energy traveling to Honduras with a group from our church. She wasn’t exactly sure what she’d be doing, but full of trust and faith, she went. Once there, my barely 5’ tall best friend since 1976 did things she’s never done before. The one that stands out is laying a concrete floor for a Honduran family.

For their garage to park a fine car on? A basketball court in their backyard? Hardly.

To live on. To sleep on. To do life on.

You see, a dirt floor had been their only option, their only choice. And when the church team turned it to concrete, Karen saw a family express more joy, gratitude, and thankfulness than I felt today walking through that grocery store.

For a cement floor.

I wish I could tell you that when I roamed the supermarket with choices everywhere, my head was spinning from too many blessings to count. But it wasn’t.

That’s what abundance at my fingertips does to me. Right now, as I write, I am warmed by our furnace, lounging in a comfy chair that sits on wall-to-wall carpeting, and not far from a fridge full of choices.

But am I thankful?

Not nearly enough.

Personally, I need to open my eyes to what’s around me—recognize how blessed I am—and let my head spin a bit. It would be good for me to get a little dizzy.

I’m going to work on that.

What are you thankful for?

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