This morning it was cold in Georgia as I pulled out of my driveway heading to the office. My truck was already warmed up and I was dressed in office attire going to work as I always do.

As I was pulling out of our neighborhood I saw man doing manual labor in the cold. He was close to my age and working in a job that many would consider, menial. If you read my blogs you know that I believe except for the grace of God, I would be similarly employed. I have no formal education and I stutter and neither of those qualifications make me worthy of the type of work I have been blessed to do. Seeing that man this morning almost brought tears to my eyes because I knew that by all accounts, it should have been me. I wanted so badly to help that man but didn’t know what I could have said or done that would have improved his life.

I turned the radio off and had a little prayer time where I thanked God for all he has done for me and my family and gave him all the gratitude for my life. Without the hand of God, I really don’t know where I would be. Sometimes, it helps us all to see a glimpse of where we almost ended up. KT