This Monday morning I had my truck towed to the shop to be repaired. After that I took the girls on a walk to the park. Their was a young boy their with his father and it was very cute to watch them pretend they were on the bus on the playscape and do a puppet show. My youngest daughter pretended to be a marionette.

Around noon I got a call that my truck was fixed. I was blown away that it was just a minor problem and I was very grateful that my friend the mechanic got it done so quickly. I was so blessed to have avoided a much more significant problem.

My wife and I took the girls to lunch at a fast food place that turned out to be very good. Again I was very grateful for our blessings.

I got to talk to my friend who is going through problems in recovery. He asked me to do a favor for him. I looked in his eyes and saw the ravages of physical and psychological trauma. I was again very grateful.

Later in the day I became worried that I am not getting enough done study wise. But looking back at the day I realize just how fortunate I am.

Thanks be to God.