two years ago, when I was in the hospital, there was a moment in my life when I actually thanked God for urine. blood came out first, then a painful squirt.
it is a wonderful thing to have a working kidney…
over the course of the past five years, I have spoken with people who have gone through incredible hardships. Although I have been through some trials…I have never found myself living in an 8 x 8 shed, or sleeping in a camper down by the river. I have never lost an arm, nor a leg, fighting in a senseless war. And although I have endured heartless women, I have never come home to find my wife in bed with my best friend.
but I have met people who have.
I have been protected from so much that I do not even know about.
I know this because of those close encounters with tragedy that I do know I was saved from…like when the guy who blacked out on the other side of the highway flew across the meridian, side-swiping our front fender….or the time I was attacked by a huge horde of yellowjackets when they invaded the backpack I was wearing, while I was climbing in the Cranberry Wilderness, several miles from the road, yet somehow only one bugger stung me…or the time I was hit in the back of the head with a big chunk of concrete thrown at me by some kid, and my head was completely soaked in blood, but the doctors at the hospital did not even have to give me stitches…
how much more has God protected me. how can I not be thankful?
has God protected you?
how can you not be thankful?