This morning I was scheduled to have some blood work. Nothing at all is wrong, it has just been about nine years since I've had a routine check up. I'm not getting younger, and I just felt it should be done. Staying on top of one's health is never a bad thing.
Of course, having blood work done means nothing to eat or drink (except water) after 8:00 the evening before. I was the scheduled weekly volunteer for Thomas's youth group last night which meant we had to be there at 7 and wouldn't be finished until 8:30 Our spaghetti dinner was the last thing I ate in the 6:00 range. Because I don't particularly care for spaghetti, I don't eat a whole bunch, and when I went to bed last evening my stomach was really growling...and I knew it would be another eleven hours before I would eat again.
But here's the thing...I knew I would eat again in eleven hours. And my breakfast would be filling and fabulous, and I could choose from one of many things available in my kitchen pantry. I couldn't help but think of all the people, especially children, who go to bed night after night feeling the exact same stomach rumblings as I did, and who DON'T know that they get to eat a substantial, satisfying breakfast the next morning, or even at any point the next day. It was truly a wake-up call to me, not only to remember to count my abundant blessings, but to be a difference to those not as fortunate. I hope I NEVER forget that moment.
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