Note: Due to Computer Error, this post did not post yesterday.
Have you looked around a grocery store lately?
The other day, I stood in front of the shampoo aisle at Wal-Mart.
There must have been 200 types of shampoo. Maybe 300.
Every variation of shampoo and conditioner, crammed into the shelves.
Our stores stock aisles and aisles of different flavored foods, spices and drinks.
When I stand in these stores, I often ask myself what it must be like to be an immigrant and to see the massive selection at QuikTrip.
In many, many countries, people wait in line for bread. Or milk.
We take so much for granted.
We have so much to be grateful for.
Heck, we can have all of our groceries delivered to us by UPS if we are willing to pay for it.
We are spoiled by our choices.
We live in a world of bounty, selection and options.
Yet we complain. We get angry. We lack appreciation.
For today, let us look through the lens of an arriving refugee.
To see all of the beauty that America has, the freedom, the choices.
Let us appreciate all of the blessings that we have been given, no matter how hard life has been lately.
This is not to say that America does not have problems, but geez our level of complaining seems way out of proportion to all of the blessings that we have.
We have a safe place to sleep, good food to eat, clean water and we are generally protected.
Thankful for that today.