Sunday after church, I went to a local department store to return an item for credit on my credit card, no big deal, easy transaction, shouldn't take too long. Boy was I wrong about that one. The blessing that came from being in that line for 45 minutes was the most awesome thing.
I watched this little boy I guessed to be about 5 years old get up and sit on Santa's lap. Lucky for him he was the only child around. I have no idea where all the kids were that day, but for this little guy, he was the only one. This little boy just talked and talked and talked to Santa, telling him what he wanted and what he hoped to get on Christmas morning. He had Santa's undivided attention. Then the little boy would get down off of Santa's lap, run around the boundary of Santa's shop and the safety of his grandmother, then jump back on Santa's lap again and start all over again.
While all this was going on, people in line were restless. For some it was tiresome to stand, especially for the ones with a bad back or breathing problems. Too bad the store doesn't have chairs for these folks. I have no idea how long they had been in line. It was such a blessing watching that sweet little boy have Santa all to himself and not having a care in the world other than Christmas and Santa. I'm standing here wishing he was my grandchild, and where's that video camera to capture the sheer look of happiness and joy on this little boy's face?
Then Monday night, I went to my granddaughter's Christmas program and found it very disappointing. Worldly Christmas songs were sung, no "Silent Night," no "Holy Night." It's sad that our nation has become such that we have become so politically correct that some people feel intimidated at the mention of Jesus' name.
The next day I was in a local store and I met the mother of the highway patrolman killed in the rollover accident in April. I also learned four weeks before she lost her son her mother passed away, and my heart went out to her.
There's things you see everyday that can either bless or bring you to your knees. Remember, when you think your life is bad, think of someone else, because it could always be worse.