An empty box

Last night, under the bridge, was downright balmy!  I think it is the prettiest night we have had for a long time.  It stayed light until we were finished, so we didn't have to use the big lights we take down there in the winter.  We had them there just in case, but I expect it is the last time we will take them until the time changes again in the fall.

I always work at the dessert table, and I was by myself there since Becky and Stanley are on vacation.  We only have packaged desserts since the virus hit back in March, so it isn't as hard.  Last night we had candy bars.  Before the virus we had cakes that we had to cut and put on plates.  

After all the candy was gone, I stacked the two boxes they came in on top of the table to carry back to the truck.  One of the homeless women came by and asked if she could have one of the boxes.  "Of course," I said.  "You can have both, if you want."  She said that one would be plenty.  Then, she looked up to heaven and said, "thank you Lord."

As she walked away, I have to tell you, I felt ashamed.  I thought of all the things the Lord had done for me that day, and I wondered how many times I had stopped to say, "thank you."  I go under the bridge every week, and every week someone down there teaches me a valuable lesson.  Sometimes it is a lesson I didn't even know I needed to learn!

I wondered on the way home if I spend more time fretting because of the supposed "hardships" of life, than I do thanking the Lord for the blessings.  All of which I do not deserve, but He gives them anyway.

Next time you find an empty box, pick it up.  Be sure to say "thank you."

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