I’ll bet there are a few things in your life that constitute the one thing that made all the difference. It’s important to pause and remember…remembering enlarges our space for receiving and fuels the gratitude bug that keeps us alive.
The teacher who saw you hanging with the wrong crowd and took you aside to remind you of your own good stuff.
The counselor who saw in you some talent you couldn’t even see and urged you to go a different way than you’d planned.
The friend’s parent who explained to you the wisdom of following your own choices rather than deferring to the madness of the crowd.
The police officer who set you straight, but let you go because she felt you deserved another chance.
The boss who saw a spark in you and exposed you to every opportunity for expanding your horizons.
And each of these people and each of the “one things” they did made all the difference in your life. Made all the difference in my life.
I love to remember Charlotte Flowers, a retired teacher who nurtured me grandly, but also paid for my books when I was in college. They were no where near as expensive as books today, but they would have been a gigantic expenditure for my family.
I love to remember Hattie Childs, also retired, who made her way to every and I do mean every little program and project we put on as young people in our church.
I love to remember Barbara Powell who never turned me away when I came to her with my teenage worries and woes. She never minimized them or me and she always loved me through them.
I could go on and on. And I know you have them of your own.
On a day like today, it’s a good time to take a minute and remember the “one things” in your life and the people who made them happen.
And to thank God that they made all the difference in the world to your life.