It was one of those mornings not unlike any other I had been having lately. An errand needed.. no, demanded! ... to be accomplished before I could even had the time to wash the sleep from my eyes. Weeks of non-stop projects working on our new cottage, plus, the addition of working on my mother-in-law's home in another state, were taking its toll. It was all becoming too much to bear. I'm not the type to wake up joyless, but I was.
Parked in front of the bank,
waiting for it to open, waiting to tick this errand off my "to-do" list, I was feeling lackluster. Feeling joyless, yet again, at the
start of another day.
My eyes were glazed over blankly starring straight ahead... feeling numb. Waiting for the strength to venture in. Until the sight of a solitary man passed by. He was dressed crisply in freshly pressed khaki pants and a short-sleeved, summer-white, button-down shirt with hair neatly combed back. "Fresh as a daisy", my grandmother would have said. I marveled at how he could pull himself together at such an early hour. I also marveled at how his hobbling along, at a measured pace, cane in hand, didn't deny him the ability to put a peaceful expression on his face.. undeterred by a disability. My eyes became focused.
Someone was speaking to me.
As I entered the main lobby of the bank, this gentleman was in
front of the only teller, tending to his financial business. I slipped into a chair, glad for the chance to just sit, waiting for my turn. Hoping he would take his time. Picking up the local paper, my eyes perused the news. That is until a strong, male voice took over my senses.
"Beautiful morning, isn't it?" as his voice boomed out.
The teller responded with the obligatory "Yes".
"And you know what we say?" Not waiting for the teller to respond again, he continued on.
"We say "thank you"! Thank you, God, for this gift! This beautiful gift You've given us! This gift that You have given us so that we may do great things today. Help me make the best of this day so that I may honor You."
I didn't hear a word in response. Perhaps the teller was taken aback. Perhaps just a simple smile was all that she felt was needed. I really don't know.
With that small bit of advice given to those within earshot, he turned around, and with cane in hand he hobbled back out the door.
Sitting there, I had taken in each word.
I had been given a message.
And I heard it loud and clear!
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