As a seminary student in 2001, I drove a 1986 Volvo 240 DL. But one day it broke down on me. I got it fixed. It broke down again. I got it fixed again. It broke down again. I got it fixed again. It broke down again.
Then I said, “You know what? You’ve broken my heart too many times! Love doesn’t live here anymore! It’s time we go our separate ways!”
I bought a bicycle. But when I bought the bicycle, I found myself also buying an inner tube to replace a flat tire every week—every single week!
One night, while I was riding my bike home from the library, I encountered the weekly flat tire, and then it started raining.
I’d rather not type what I said when it started raining on my head!
Nevertheless, an hour later, after walking my bike home like it was a dog on a leash, I did realize that I had a lot for which to be thankful—a warm room waiting for me, food to eat upon my arrival, and the ability to walk home.
Whether we realize it or not, even during the storms of life, there’s a reason to give thanks.
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