As I grumbled and mucked through the mire and mud...the insane
heat and humidity left me dripping in sweat and gasping for air. I struggled as I climbed onto the disabled earthmover
covered in nasty old oil and filthy grease and had to stop to remind myself of
all my blessings.
Dear Lord Jesus,
Thank you for the rain that makes my grass so
green.
Thank you for the job that makes me appreciate
a cold shower at the end of the day.
Thank you for giving me the ability to solve
these mechanical conundrums.
Thank you for my health that I am able to do
the job at my age.
Amen
