A woman just bought a baby playmat from me, and she chipped in she needed the mat because her baby girl has started crawling. I told her time passes quickly, especially now that, we have been under lockdown for the past four weeks. Then, she said, “Phew! We are fortunate to have a large garden.”
I replied, “Ah, you’re lucky then. Trust me; you are fortunate.” After that, I went on to tell her how some people are confined in tiny spaces they called homes.
The fact that she and I are blessed to have larger spaces is indeed a blessing. However, do I know whether she is grateful to God for this? I am. I can only speak for myself. Ever since the lockdown began in France, I cannot avoid whispering the words of gratitude to Jehovah. This is not because of having a big home with lots of free spaces and hearing the birds singing in my garden. That’s part of it. What is so striking is to be having His Grace overshadowing me like a shield of protection.
Therefore, anyone reading this and not grateful to be alive does not understand the essence of gratitude. It takes a walk to the emergency rooms, or the mortuaries, or the funeral homes, or even listen to the mediatised chaos caused by this ravaging pandemic to know God has been so loyal to us. He will continue to be. Appreciate Him!