My Life with God

Little Reminders to Appreciate

I’d been looking for a different vehicle. It wasn’t essential, but I wanted to fit more people—more car seats to be specific. It wasn’t a great time to shop for a good used vehicle, but I knew what I wanted and checked online every now and then. I found a strong possibility and tried to call the dealership several times, but my schedule and a snow storm delayed the process. When I finally got in touch on a Saturday morning, I asked all the questions I had and decided to test drive it. I didn’t plan to buy that day, but I had done enough research and decided to finalize the purchase. I moved everything from my trade-in to my purchase—or so I thought.

I pulled into my driveway and realized what I had left behind—the garage door opener. And since only one was given to me when I bought the house, I spent the next several days parking in the driveway instead of the garage. It didn’t bother me. But I was certainly glad when I had time to pick up the garage door opener a few days later.

Then a few more days passed. I was in my living room and heard a loud noise. It sounded like it was toward the front of my house but outside, but I looked and saw nothing unusual. It wasn’t until the next morning that I realized what the noise had been. The spring on my garage door broke. I once again couldn’t drive in and out of the garage. It only took a few days to get it fixed. It was a strange week of garage door challenges.

It was such a first world problem and really didn’t affect me much, except to remind me of the simple things I take for granted each day—most which I don’t even need. I appreciate the reminders and the heightened sense of gratitude.

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