Instead of spending my Sunday morning soaking up a sermon, I spent my Sunday morning soaking up glass after glass of spilled water. I spent my Sunday morning searching for marker tops, and I spent my Sunday morning pointing out, in my best teacher voice, that one can actually race cars without throwing them through the air.
Yes, it was my turn to volunteer in Kids' Church, and that's fine, except I really wanted to sit in big people's church, and you know, um, learn something.
Then came the lesson. Jesus heals ten lepers, and only one returns to thank Him, Luke 17:11-19.
What a bunch of ingrates. Imagine experiencing such a miracle, and not offering thanks.
Then came the thought that God placed me in that tiny, blue chair for a reason.
I needed to hear about thankfulness, and my lesson on thankfulness needed to be at a level that even the four and five year olds surrounding me could understand.
When I am thankful, I need to express thanks.
So today I’m thankful for clean sheets, a devoted sister, a husband who knows how to prepare for a party "like nobody’s business", working part-time, far away friends, sidewalk chalk drawings, all of you, who click your way back here week after week, and new opportunities.
Yes, expressing thanks. Because the first step in giving is realizing just how much you have, and even though I think I have that figured out, sometimes I need to return to the tiny, blue chair and learn it again.
What about you? Can you think of a time when you knew you were in the right place?