for granted . . .

We all take so many things for granted ~

The air we breathe which fills our lungs and sustains our life.

The cage of ribs that embraces our heart so tenderly to beat ever so silently.

The hot water with which we shower.

The washer and dryer that give us clean clothes.

The blow dryer that gets our hair all looking good!

The farmer who works so diligently to care for his crop.

The grocery store down the street which stocks their shelves to give us sustenance.

The refrigerator that keeps our food nice and cold–or frozen until we need it.

The stove which cooks our meals just right, and makes all food yummy for our tummy.

The running water with which we wash our dishes.

The comfortable bed, pillows, sheets, and comforter that hug and snuggle us.

The shoes we wear that let us walk with pride in our stride.

The computer we can not get enough of.

The phone we carry with us and check every five seconds.

The jobs we have that provide the ca$h to pay our bills, feed our families, and fill our gas tanks.

The home that shelters us from the harsh elements.

The fancy–or not so fancy–car that gets us to-and-fro.

The heaters that warm our cozy homes in the harshest of winter.

The cat or dog whom we ignore as we selflessly roam about our homes, but had to have.

The elderly neighbor who lives alone and has no ride to doctors appointments ~ but are full of life’s wisdom . . . from whom you could learn valuable golden life nuggets.

The mother or father who aches and longs for our call or visit, or a quick e-mail, card, or letter just to let them know they are loved. ♥

The brothers and sisters we never call because we are too busy . . . until it might be too late one day.

The son or daughter who need the love, nurture, affection, and attention which only a parent can give ~ but all they get are screamed at, punished, stifled, set aside, and are so easily ignored.

The husband, the wife who would love that silent glance, a gentle touch, a warm embrace, a passionate kiss. Their body craves what you once cherished as special, and now dismiss.  ~ Longing for nothing more than those intimate one-on-one, face-to-face fully-invested conversations that seem like minutes, but last for hours.  Missing those quiet tender moments ~ deeply desiring to rekindle that which once attracted you like moth to a flame. ♥

The beauty of our nature ~ blue skies, puffy clouds, gorgeous sunsets, greeeeeeen trees, grass, birds, ocean views.

The gentle breeze that strokes our face softly reminding us that life will be okay.

The seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years that await our full potential as we idly squander time.

The freedom we have to worship as we please in our great country ~ many around the world do not have that privilege.

The ease with which we flip through television stations to find something to emptily entertain us for hours on end ~ then questioning why we don’t have any time for _________ (fill in the blank).

The Word of God which sits on our shelves collecting dust, waiting for us to flip its pages and digest its nutrients in order than we may daily revive our souls.

The Lord who sits on His Throne waiting for us to hang out and pal around with Him.

~ crying in sadness and regret as we mourn their loss . . .

~GRACIE~

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3 thoughts on “for granted . . .

  1. Oh, Precious Son, Daughter of our Beloved Lord ~ don’t take life for granted . . . don’t let it pass you by. Many years will have come and gone, and we’ll regret that which we took for granted. ♥

    Admire the rain, the green blades of grass, the ants that invade, the sound of night, a view from a plane ~ take it all in . . . let it all soak into your very being . . . fully aware and appreciative of its very gift–a gift from God alone.

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