After I left the morning meeting of old men who sit drinking
coffee, bemoaning the current state of affairs and whimsically recalling the “good
old days”, my survival instinct kicked in. Being keenly aware of my wife’s aversion to grocery shopping,
I decided to stop at HEB…besides I love the smell of fresh baked bread and
figured they might have some blueberry muffins or maybe some oatmeal raisin
cookies that I’m not allowed to eat.
As I walked in the store and pervade the plethora of produce I couldn’t
help but think how blessed am I to live in this land of plenty, I have it all…aisle
after aisle of all things eatable.
It just doesn’t get any better that this. As I loaded up on butter, bacon and Blue Bell…I recalled
this morning reading from the book of Job as he complained to God…”Perish the
day on which I was born”. Job had
it all then God allowed it to all be taken away.
Thank you; Lord, for all you have given me. Please give me the courage to always
praise your name no matter what happens.
P.S.
Dear Lord Jesus, please bless Blue Bell.
Protect them from evil and Listeria.
For that would even test Job’s patients.
Amen.
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