This morning when I woke up, I took for granted that the electricity had functioned throughout the night and that my clock gave the accurate time and that at a flip of a switch my bedroom would be transformed into light. I also assumed that when I turned on the faucet to brush my teeth the water would be cold, and assumed that later, when I stepped into the shower, and turned the faucet in the opposite direction, hot water would flow.
I assumed that the News Press would be in the driveway. I assumed that when I turned on the television to watch some early morning news, it would be up to the task. I assume a lot.
I might have kept assuming all morning, even as I started my car and drove off, but for the fact that when I drove into the church parking lot I again caught the imagine of the large Presbyterian seal that announces the new Faith Cnter. Then it dawned on me:
- Why do I assume that my world will be orderly?
- Why do I get so annoyed with the least little disturbance?
- Why do I live with assumptions rather than with gratitude?
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"...beggar that I am, I am poor in giving thanks."
Hamlet, William Shakespeare |