granted

Starbucks. It is no secret I love the place. When I go in, they greet me by name. They have my order ready before I get to the counter. They know where I work, and that Friday is my hardest day. They know which football team I like, and it is a topic of conversation on fall Monday mornings. We talk about our pets, our families, our vacations, and I leave their feeling seen, with a little more pep in my step. The liquid gold I have in my hand may have something to do with it, but the connection does, too.

And it’s this connection I miss during this time of isolation. Conversations. My morning “pick-me-up” with my java-loving comrades.

I go to Starbucks for the dark, rich brew. But when I walk up to the counter, I get so much more. And I take it for granted.

On a good day, enjoy¬†yourself. On a bad day, examine your conscience. God arranges for both kinds of days so that we¬†won’t take anything for granted. Ecclesiastes 7:14

Why does it take a crisis to remind us of this truth? We wait until life gets hard before we start appreciating the good stuff. Because when times are good, we rarely stop and think about all those small things. Those connections that made that “good” day, or that “good” moment-just that.

We take so much for granted.

Daily conversations. A trip to the grocery store. A Sunday morning church service. Being served dinner in our favorite restaurant. Our jobs. Our co-workers.

Laughter. Rest. An afternoon nap. The guidance of our teachers. Our parents. Even our kids.

A wave. A smile. A hello.

We take so much for granted.

We may see it all now, while life is crazy, and we are forced to slow down. While we have the time. While we are in the midst of this isolation. But what happens when life becomes rushed and normal again? When all becomes as we knew it?

Will we once again start taking these things for granted? Will we forget how much we missed those smiles? Those words? That laughter? Those connections?

Or will we decide to never again take those things, or those people for granted again?

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