We moan and groan of things we can no longer do,
But what of all we do get to do?
To live… to laugh… to pray… to breathe?
We get to serve,
Rub shoulders with each other.
We get to see
Each man as a brother
We get to feel,
Revel in sensation
We may not have all, but one is a gift.
As we rise, we must others uplift.
So, what if I can’t. . .?
Fill the blank.
I get to be.
I’ll take that to the bank.
Thoughts… because I had a little time on my hands.
Stay grateful.
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Featured image by Ruth (Jamaican ‘lime butterfly’)
I get to be me, to have peace and know God is in control. Thanks for this great reminder.
Amen. Continue to be you… boldy. Blesings and peace to you and yours.