Our porch remains a favorite perch from which I can survey the early morning. Its calm is sometimes broken by noise of traffic and bi-weekly garbage trucks that rumble through the adjoining alley. I can see its top as it pauses, and then I wondered about the men who man it. What would (my) life be like if he were not there – or if the soul(s) who organized its collection and dispatch had not imagined its management? (More info)
Mornings on the porch are a good time to recall how large my debts are to so many people. But, with these recollections comes the awareness how limited is my ability to repay the debt.
So, I opened the gate and thanked the young worker – I think we both surprised each other.
· We often take for granted the very things that most deserve our gratitude. (~Cynthia Ozick)
· Silent gratitude isn't much use to anyone. (~ G.B. Stern)
No, this is not the best of all possible worlds. But today, so far, this is a wide place in worrisome times. Today the heat index will be high -- perhaps reaching 110 degrees. Another Texas summer is arriving. God willing I will enjoy eight to ten more weeks of such blasts. Whew.
And God willing, I will remember innumerable kindnesses and comforts, and open my mouth in praise for the God who sees, hears, loves and rules. (Isaiah 53)
· There is no such thing as gratitude unexpressed. If it is unexpressed, it is plain, old-fashioned ingratitude. (~ Robert Brault )