Early this morning I was walking my dog. It was a beautiful morning, brightening skies, soft warm breezes, but I was deep in thought about some set of personal issues. I must have been frowning. A guy I’ve never seen before comes walking the other way, apparently out for his morning smoke. I pull up on the dog’s leash, step to the side, and nod a curt “good morning.” He stops, steps in front of me, spreads out his arms, smiles widely and shouts, “Goood morning!!” I laughed out loud. What a gift! He must have noticed how wound up I looked, and in that wacky gesture, he reminded me that this blue-sky day is a gift of grace, not a problem to be solved.
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