And whatsoever you do, do it heartily,
as to the Lord, and not unto men.
It's Thanksgiving week so I'm going to be good. Extra nice:
- I see that person with one or two items in her cart at the the checkout counter. I've got fifteen items. I'm going to let her go before me. She might be in a hurry. Why would I think that? The way she's shifting from foot to foot is a clue.
- Someone in a classy car is tailgating me. Okay, I'll pull over, or, at least, slow down so he can pass. What do I get? Rude gestures and mouth communications telling me what he thinks of my driving.
Am I that bad? Speed limit isn't cool anymore? Can't smile--he'll think I'm taunting him. Just slow down more, and let him go his way. I'm helping him, and he doesn't know it.
- I wait patiently in line at the service desk of a popular department store (even though there's twenty people in the line, and only one clerk working). When I'm finally waiting on, the clerk makes my day by asking, "What do you want?"
"Well, duh. What do you think? Help." That's what runs through my mind. Instead, when I leave, I give her a big smile.
Not such a great day.
I get a thank you card in the mail for something I've done.
Someone smiles when I open the door for them.
A greeter at a store calls out, "Have a great day!"
My husband calls to invite me out for supper that evening.
A friend calls to tell me they're thinking and praying for me.
I get a good critique back from a person who saw my efforts.
My grandson sends me a drawing he drew of me. :)
Sigh. Gratitude. You gotta love it!