I’ve been thinking, lately, about the many blessings from God that I take for granted, and even (in some cases) despise. One of them is the bus and train that bring me to my office in Seattle and (hopefully) home again.
When either the bus or the train is late, and I miss my connection, I’m quick to fuss and berate the mass transit system. When I have to stand more than ten minutes, waiting for my bus, I am quick to complain. If I have to stand for the 20-minute bus ride, I am quick to grumble against the swarms of other passengers. When I think about how long it takes me to get to and from work, I’m quick to consider myself a martyr.
But do I thank God for the men and women who drive my bus and operate my train? Am I appreciative of the relative ease with which I am transported? Am I grateful for the pre-paid transit pass that my employer provides, so the entire trip costs me not a penny?
Not very often, I’m afraid. So, let’s make a change.
Thank you, God, for the faithful bus drivers who get up at all hours to drive my bus. Thank you for their patience and care in dealing with the maniacal drivers, so I don’t have to. Thank you for the many people who labor on the buses and trains to make sure they don’t break down. Thank you for my employer, who foots the bill for my transit pass. Thank you that I have a job to which to commute, and thank you that the other passengers are generally courteous.
Thank you, God, for loving me and for providing a way for me to get to work.
Project 365, Day 62
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