Today I saw an accident. It involved 3 semi trucks and a van. It didn't look pretty. Amongst the 3 dozen squad cars, firetrucks, and tow trucks, they had some guys holding a sheet up to block the view of the passersby. Now I've seen accidents before, and I've seen worse than this. But it struck me that someone was not getting home tonight to their family. It makes me thankful for mine. Now I am neither young nor naive enough to assume that this will mean some life change for me where I live every moment in thankful expectation of the next one. But it is a good reminder to me to stop...and be thankful. I made it home tonight to my family. Thank you Jesus.
You don't know me. I'm okay with that. This is my search for insignificance.